Good Friday

 Friday was a beautiful day and we took ourselves off to Black Rock for a look at the Cerberus. It was still there, now too fragile to be explored from up close. (Hah! Who am I kidding? As if I was going in Melbourne’s water at this time of the year! And my husband even less so)

The colours were spectacular.
 
Who knew just how active a navy Victoria had at the turn of the 19/20 century? I hadn’t really thought much about it, although I was aware that Williamstown sailors were part of  the navy that headed to China at the time of the Boxer Rebellion. Would love to explore that part of history more. I have a photo copy of a wonderful envelope, beautifully addressed and illustrated with several uniformed men. The address? To Hong Kong, or Elsewhere. Of course. This letter didn’t make Hong Kong in time, so had to follow the shipboard addressee further. It arrived somewhere sometime, because I’ve seen the actual envelope. Go postal service!

This view of Red Bluff has been captured by many painters, and it’s easy to see why.

In parts, the windblown cliffs were positively otherworldly.

And the beach goes on …

I liked the echo of this driftwood in the rocks

Not content with one beach, we stopped at this one in Brighton too. There were so many people we suspected an event was on, but apparently not. Just others coaxed outside by the glorious weather.

 A lone kite-surfer enjoyed his beach time. Further around on the other side of St Kilda, there were masses of kite-surfers, a flock really.

 Another beach, and a walk to St Kilda’s Acland St. It might be quiet in some parts of town on a Good Friday afternoon, but not St Kilda. There were people everywhere.

We finished of in the St George Cinema which is the newest cinema at Sun Theatre. It has 5 rows of seats, and each of them contain only single or double leather couches. Fabulous. We saw ‘A Little Chaos’ which was beautiful, even if we had varying opinions of the story.

Gooney Bird over Melbourne

Last night, we took the Gooney Bird flight over Melbourne. It was a dinner flight and we began with champagne, and finished with port and chocolates.
The Gooney Bird (aka DC3) first began flying in the 1930s, only thirty years after Wilbur and Orville did their thing. This particular Gooney Bird was one of the last production models, and was owned by the military until 1989. It’s done relatively few miles compared with jets of today.
We had picked the best night of the year to fly. It was clear with just enough clouds to make brilliant the sunset.

We took off from Essendon Airport, headed for Westgate Bridge then turned right.

Locals might recognise Altona’s Cherry Lake and Kororoit Creek

past Werribee to the sea to the sea …

Once we reached the heads, we crossed coasts and travelled up the Peninsula to Melbourne. In the bottom right St Kilda Pier. To the right of the bright lights, Albert Park Lake.

The Gooney Bird seats 28 and includes a lounge.

This is Melbourne’s first passenger terminal (just the bit with the fence). Tiny. Hard to imagine really.
Most of the passengers had flown on Gooney Birds before. We met two people who like us had travelled from PNG to Australian boarding schools. For one, the smell and sounds took her back to those days. Others had worked on them and/or flown them.
Our trip was a gift from our sons. It was fabulous.

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