A very different touring day than yesterday, as we start with an early departure for the easy half hour drive from Geelong to Queenscliff, passing farms and wineries along the way. We are aiming for the 9am ferry which will take us across the mouth of Port Phillip Bay to Sorrento.
If you take a look at the map above, you will note that all shipping into and out of Melbourne must pass through these heads as they make their way up or down the length of Port Phillip Bay. The section on the right, marked Frankston, Rosebud and Sorrento, is called the Mornington Peninsula.
We are headed for a two-night visit with our very dear friends who live in Rosebud. We haven’t seen each other for several years and we are very excited to be together again. And it is the first time that Bill and I have taken the ferry, and we are looking forward to that experience. We’ve left the satnav on, and I notice as we wait in the boarding queue, our lady who lives in there keeps repeating, “take the ferry” in an imperative voice. I think it is hilarious. “Well, I am not intending to walk on water, love,” I think.
The Searoad Queenscliff to Sorrento ferry is an hourly service. We watch the ferry appear out of the misty haze (the weather is still cool), the captain drops it snugly into position, and then the jaws open like some ravenous beast. Out spill the Queenscliff arrivals, and on we go.
The crossing takes about forty minutes and we grab breakfast on board. As we near Sorrento we admire some of the exclusive homes on the Portsea clifftop, including one with a helicopter in the yard.
Sorrento is a pretty and popular tourist destination with a crescent shaped beach and foreshore area. We drive past a hotel I remember us all going to one Easter more than twenty-five years ago, and feel a pang when I remember another girlfriend who was with us that day who is no longer with us now. All the more reason that this is a long-overdue special visit. We have been friends since we were thirteen years old, but have never lived in the same state since adulthood. So we don’t get together often.
The twenty minute drive to Rosebud hugs the shore line; and then we are there! They are planning a street party with their neighbours this afternoon, so we need to pop out for some groceries. Time for a spin in the convertible! Now that’s what I call shopping in style.
It was a great party. My girlfriend and her husband are generous and relaxed hosts. All the neighbours from the street attended, and it was a privilege to meet them. Everyone made us feel very welcome 🙂 A wonderful treat in the run up to Christmas day.
Sunday, 11th December 2016