Our second last travel day dawned bright with blue skies and mild temperatures. Car packed, we were on the road just after 9am and set off for our first stop at Braidwood, only about an hour east of Canberra. It was a bit of a false start as Gaz and Google maps had words about which was the best way to go. Gaz won. Google maps tried valiantly with comments of “make a u-turn” and “return to the route”, but Gaz got the last laugh by turning it off and directing me himself. (It seemed a longer way to me, but who am I to say?)
Anyway, we got to Braidwood and found Maz & Kev wandering the Main Street, having already done some shopping. (Dare I say, they followed google maps.) We had a very nice morning tea at the Albion Café, a converted pub, (including a very nice raspberry muffin Gaz and I shared), and then I made a tactical error of allowing Gaz into a Knick knack store alone. Several minutes later, he emerged with a concrete zebra…something to add to the menagerie on our balcony at home.
It was then back on the road and we had a pleasant scenic drive down to the coast and made our next stop in the lovely village of Milton. We chanced upon the lovely Brown Sugar Café and enjoyed a great lunch out in a leafy courtyard. There was a retro furniture shop off the courtyard and we were admiring the furniture, so much so that the owner gave us somewhat of a tour of the shop. They had some lovely rejuvenated pieces from the 50s and 60s – the owner offered to deliver to Newcastle, but we passed on his offer.
Back on the road, and it was a short trip to our final destination at Jervis Bay. We are in a caravan park on an inlet and only about one or two kilometres from Huskisson, where we will explore tomorrow.
Our cabin is the biggest we have had so far and everything looked great … until we heard a strange hissing sound, just as we unlocked the door for the first time. We looked right next to our balcony and saw, like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, a jumping castle emerging! I leave you to imagine Gaz’s reaction at the likelihood of children jumping and screaming a mere two metres from our front door. Before we even unpacked, Gaz went to check if we could move to another cabin, but alas, there were none available. A discussion ensued between Gaz and the proprietor on whether it was their responsibility to tell us about a jumping castle or whether we should have asked. I had to laugh when I heard that – add that question to every enquiry you make regarding potential accommodation – “is there a jumping castle next to us?” Lol.
The funniest thing is that it is only inflated between the hours of 9-11am and 3-6pm. This afternoon, in the 3 hour period, only one child approached the castle and she jumped for approximately 60 seconds before leaving. The weekend may be another story … stay tuned.
Another masterpiece of a collaborative dinner – rissoles, potatoes, salad. Cider, beer, wine, port, a few games of Euchre (Kev & I lost – I think I see a pattern emerging), and it was time to settle down for the night.
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