Tangled on DVD, a modern version of the Rapunzel story.
chocolate shortbread, apples and pears for snacks. Pasta, pasta sauce, tinned chickpeas, baked beans, boxed Indian curries and a few unused vegies for meals.
I brought aIong some plastic plates and bowls for Sylvia and plastic tubs in case we had leftovers of anything. I also brought my favourite little vegetable knife and chopping board. I hate using other people's chopping boards. Who knows what has been on them.
The other local quirk was that the drinking water out of the tap was horrible. We drink lots of water from the tap in Melbourne. The Port Fairy drinking water was so bad that we just drank soda water we had brought with us and when it ran out we bought bottled water.
In the top photo collage you will see a strawberry ice cream. That also came from Rebecca's. They have an ice cream shop. While I wasn't wowed by the food or service at Rebecca's cafe, we all thought their ice cream was fantastic.
Guacamole flavoured chips and hummus at Dariwill Farm store, We then went across the stress for swiss cheese and cherry tomatoes. together with bread, vegies and vegemite, it made an easy lunch. (We also bought some red Spicy Chile and Lime Chips by E Sabroso which E loved but were too spicy for me.)
Motts Cottage (5 Sackville St) because it was only opened a few hours each week. It is a workers cottage that was built in the 1840s-1850s, one of the oldest surviving buildings in a town that was declared in 1843. It is a small dwelling but worth a visit.
The lounge room cum dining room was charming. The holes in the piano meant Sylvia could see the keys working even if no sound came out. I loved the old high chair and crockery in the kitchen, even if the 20th Century sink reminded us that we were walking into a place where people had lived until fairly recently rather than a house frozen in one moment in history. The rag rug and old beds upstairs were interesting too. Sylvia wanted to know if in the olden days beds, pillows and blankets were made of wood!
History Centre (30 Gipps St). It is run by the Port Fairy Historical Society. They have set up the main courtroom with dummies in a mock court case. I explained their roles to Sylvia a lot of times. The jail cell remains but the other smaller rooms are set up as esoteric museum rooms. Old whale bones, tales of housework in the Eighteenth Century, masonic outfits. I also enjoyed talking to the lady at the desk about her memories of the railway before it was closed in 1977.
Wishart's Fish and Chippery on our last trip. We couldn't wait to go there again. Sadly it wasn't as impressive as previously. Maybe it was an off day. I went there to buy our fish and chips. I hoped they had corn jacks. No luck. Instead I was told they had spring rolls. I was told they were vegetarian but when I asked about ingredients I was told they had lots of cabbage and just a little meat. Sigh. I know I was in the country.
Despite this, I had a very nice meal. As well as my chips and a potato cake I mixed myself up a very tasty bowl of chickpeas, cherry tomatoes and capsicum mixed up with a little hummus.
Griffith Island lighthouse. We still have strong memories of walking there on our last visit and being caught in a downpour. This time the sun was out and we were about to walk the circuit of the island over rocks and sand as well as through the scrub.
Tower Hill and the Clonmara Tearoom. We didn't eat out much. It was relaxing to eat porridge in the morning at the cottage or to stay in by the warm fire and have dinner. This kept our holiday costs down and lightened our luggage on the way home (via Winchelsea Shire Hall Tea Rooms).
Tasty Bites curries. The Madras Lentils was lovely and creamy but the Kashmiri Spinach was a bit watery. Fortunately we have some naan bread to mop it up with. I think I would prefer their Agra Peas and Greens curry next time.
Port Fairy Community Market. It was a mixture of food and craft. Jams, honey, pies, potatoes, bread, vegies, wind chimes, greeting cards, jewelery, clothes, second hand crockery. We had to go back to the car to fetch Dolly so she could try on a fairy dress. Who could resist it!
We had an early lunch. Sylvia had the fried potato spirals on a stick. E and I had some excellent samosa and pakoras from the Indian stall. Their curries looked delicious too. Sylvia then had a pink macaron (from the nice lady who sold me the brownie with salted caramel and candied walnuts). E had a green pistachio one. A great start to our trip home.
*Yes, driving in the country was a nice change from the competitive city roads. No idiots racing past me at a dangerous speed. No idiot parking their car in the clearway where I am driving. No idiots driving so close behind me that they leave no room to deal with unexpected events. No idiots turning on a red arrow because the person who turned in front of them had an orange arrow and so they feel entitled to turn as well. No idiots changing lanes in front of me and causing me to brake suddenly so I don't run into them. No idiot behind me at a red light letting his foot off the brake and rolling into the back of my car. The last happened this morning. No damage. Phew!