LGR, Hayz and myself (and several other carloads of friends) went for a drive yesterday. It was a lovely drive. At the end of the drive we found a series of very cute cottages nestled amongst some lovely gardens. In one of the cottages was a lady we all recognised:
Mummy!!!
It turns out that Mrs G had a pretty good time down there in Kangaroo Valley - as did her travelling companions. She was happy to see us, but there was also a certain amount of sadness to be leaving her place of serenity.
The kids didn't mind that she was coming home.
We drove down via Bowral - which was packed even at 09:45am. A few of the families that ventured down with us (or with Mrs G - whichever way you want to look at it) decided to head back up via the coast with us. We bravely decided to take Kangaroo Valley Rd to get to Berry and then head to Gerringong for lunch.
Kangaroo Valley Rd is everything I love about country driving - narrow winding roads up and down hills with switchbacks, obscenely good views and always the chance of either a head on crash or sliding down the side of a mountain. Some of the houses along this road are superb and I can easily envisage a life for myself an area like this.
We lunched, as planned, in Gerringong. Fish and chips in the park. The 'chippie' we found was very much in the old style - food served in grease proof paper and all sorts of once cooked but no semi-dried meats in the display - kranskys, crumbed lamb cutlets, patties, battered savs, pineapple fritters, crumbed and battered fish (looking like it was still frozen), fish cocktails, dim sims and chicken nuggets. There was even a rudimentary selection of salads.
While the place evoked some very old memories it must be said the taste of the food was underwhelming ....
The trip back home was very mellow. Both kids (and Mrs G) had a snooze and wihin a short while we were all safe and sound in our little part of the world.