Almost a week in Mallacoota

Last week was spent in the beautiful eastern corner of the state at Mallacoota. The only problem with Mallacoota is that it's a bloody long way away, and after seven hours in the car we arrived, tired and extremely grumpy. Mum and dad, Anita, Roger and kiddiwinks were already there.

I got some pathetic exercise in with a few vigorous strides into town and back and much walking, leaping and frolicking on Betka Beach. We pootled mightily, with multiple family trips to beaches (both Betka and Bastion Point), celebrated with major sunburn (E), with Al and Will in supporting roles, and significant lounging about.



Thursday saw a drive to Eden in southern New South Wales. Roger had opined that Mallacoota was like Barwon Heads 30 years ago. Eden was pretty much in the same decade -below par fish and chips, a time capsule whale museum and judging by the populace, Heaven's waiting room.

Beach cricket was played; Emmy was a mermaid, extracted from the water only with the aid of explosives, and Al got up on a surfboard. Lovely. Just bloody lovely.