Minor Adventures on Quiet Days

 Roger took himself off on the train to South Australia for a week, so BD and I decided to have some adventures of our own, albeit not as exciting as riding the interstate train to Adelaide and getting to have an up-close stickybeak at the flooded Murray River.

We took ourselves off to the Ormond Lookout to watch the sun set instead.

As did rather more people than what we had anticipated.

Mobs, in fact.

We found a patch of dirt grass and settled in.  "I'm gonna come back here!" declared BD.  She wriggled around a bit: our patch of grass was on quite a slope and she kept sliding out of her shorts.  "With a chair," she added.

In between admiring other people's dogs and taking observational lessons in 101 Ways To Take A Selfie, we watched the sun trundle slowly toward the horizon.

No sunset is complete without a picnic.

There she goes.

Further down the beach, a container ship puttered across the horizon under the gaze of a lone beach-sitter.  And us, of course.

Watching sunset was merely the prelude to our adventures, so the next day we set off down the Mornington Peninsula to visit Mornington (the creativity of naming knows no bounds here!).

Mornington was a pleasant little town with a pleasant little beach which was fortuitously sheltered from the strong and gusty wind.  In true Melbourne fashion, everyone had gone swimming.

Being of the firm and united opinion that one warm day does not a warm ocean make, neither BD or I went swimming.  We went walking instead.

And looking.

I walked up to the lookout at Point Snapper where I was met by a very important statue of Matthew Flinders, with a plaque informing me that this was where he landed in 1852 before going on to chart most of Port Phillip Bay.

It's changed a tad since Matthew Flinders popped in to say hello.

Moored in calm waters despite the wind outside.

Snapper Point behind us, with the monument.

A wee bird came to say hello while I was contemplating Matthew Flinders.  A male house sparrow, methinks.

We wandered the main street of Mornington, which had the usual beach-side main street vibe, complete with a very comfortable selection of ice-creams and gelaterias.

Frozen yoghurt with unlimited toppings.  I'll be back.

Replete with yoghurt and rather too many toppings, we rolled back down the hill to the car and took the scenic route home along the Nepean Highway beside the sea, being rewarded with fleeting glimpse of sea between decidedly non-scenic stretches of suburbia and nature reserves.

Cobwebs greeted me with rapture when I walked in the door, and immediately ran off to beat up one of her stuffed toys.  It's what she does and I encourage it, because she can't bark with her mouth full.