Another day another glorious beach surrounded by forest and wildlife so close you can touch it. Should you want to. Touching wildlife sounds like a euphemism for something filthy, I'm sure.
There you go, I'm even making up new Australian slang, and we've only been here a couple of weeks.
the beach in question was the beautifully named Depot Beach, next to Pebbly Beach and Pretty Beach. They really let imagination loose when they named the places around here. Mind you, the access road was called Agony Hill Road, the naming of which remains a mystery, thankfully.
We stayed in a cabin by the beach, surrounded by spotted gum trees right down to the beach. The beach is surrounded by rock shelves which allow intrepid wheelchair exploration with the aid of my slot on front wheel which allows me to cover rougher terrain while still being self-propelled. Not sand though, alas. The answer to that challenge still eludes me. Well, certainly one that I can travel with, that doesn't involve a two-stroke engine or cost thousands.
The rock shelf (remember?) is a strange mix of different stuff, some which was obviously spewed from a volcano and some which was carried along until the whole molten mess hit the ocean. The effect is something like a geological cake. Yummy.
next we have a couple of days catching up with friends in Melbourne before Christmas replete with sunshine and heat. Funny to think that back home we have intrepid visitors shivering in our flat, no doubt watching the snow stick to the windows, blurring the view of ragged, crippled children hobbling along cobbled streets while top-hatted toffs beat them with canes from atop handsome cabs. Makes yer wanna weep in shame, guv.
Alright, I may be rather over-doing it with the contrasts and all. But the sun does rather make a snowy winter Christmas seem even more Dickensian. And as snow isn't much easier than sand when you're in a wheelchair, I think I'll enjoy the shorts and sandals option while I can.
Pip pip!
There you go, I'm even making up new Australian slang, and we've only been here a couple of weeks.
the beach in question was the beautifully named Depot Beach, next to Pebbly Beach and Pretty Beach. They really let imagination loose when they named the places around here. Mind you, the access road was called Agony Hill Road, the naming of which remains a mystery, thankfully.
We stayed in a cabin by the beach, surrounded by spotted gum trees right down to the beach. The beach is surrounded by rock shelves which allow intrepid wheelchair exploration with the aid of my slot on front wheel which allows me to cover rougher terrain while still being self-propelled. Not sand though, alas. The answer to that challenge still eludes me. Well, certainly one that I can travel with, that doesn't involve a two-stroke engine or cost thousands.
The rock shelf (remember?) is a strange mix of different stuff, some which was obviously spewed from a volcano and some which was carried along until the whole molten mess hit the ocean. The effect is something like a geological cake. Yummy.
next we have a couple of days catching up with friends in Melbourne before Christmas replete with sunshine and heat. Funny to think that back home we have intrepid visitors shivering in our flat, no doubt watching the snow stick to the windows, blurring the view of ragged, crippled children hobbling along cobbled streets while top-hatted toffs beat them with canes from atop handsome cabs. Makes yer wanna weep in shame, guv.
Alright, I may be rather over-doing it with the contrasts and all. But the sun does rather make a snowy winter Christmas seem even more Dickensian. And as snow isn't much easier than sand when you're in a wheelchair, I think I'll enjoy the shorts and sandals option while I can.
Pip pip!
Snowing it is.... a friend spent 6 hours driving from Clapham to Dulwich this evening. 6 HOURS!!! Glad all is going well, missing you all.
From a snowy-white Blighty (we are hoping it - i.e. the snow and not the gridlock - will last til Christmas day) xx