Australia: The Beach House

And so we have arrived at Location Number One. Up into the hills from Apollo Bay. 

And this was my view yesterday evening as we carried what seemed like an enormous amount of food through the doors.  We bought a couple of chickens at the local supermarket on the beach, which is quite a ways from here, some fantastic breads from a wee bakery in Melbourne, greens from Victoria street market and good old store bought mayonnaise for dinner last night. The wine was not quite chilled but the beer was cold and as I gathered  these members of my tribe together, watching a sulky sun sink behind the clouds and into the sea, we all smiled and laughed and talked about nothing terribly clever at all and were deeply content.

And this is the view from my bedroom window. Of course I have woken before all my children. But the coffee is hot and good.

I forgot to get the internet information before we all went to bed last night. So I am sorry that this is late getting onto the Australian airwaves and across the world to you as I had to wait for the keeper of the book of instructions  to get up.  And then we had to make crepes using Hugo’s grandmothers recipe.

All my life I have had an image of the Australian countryside as being red and barren and hard  but this landscape has bush that is green and luscious.

I have a surprise guest for you tomorrow. He is coming on the bus today. No guessing in the comments today either you bunch of naughties. Some of you are very canny where I am concerned even though you have never met me and you might say the name and then it will not be a surprise at all!

I can hear the surf from up here on the hill. The sea is rough, there is, what I would describe as, a stiff coastal breeze, cloud and just very distant sounds of gulls. The bush is thick and our minimalist totally incongruous house of glass and concrete and steel perches atop this hill overlooking the bay with the ease of a modern young grungy girl-woman with a good deal of well applied eye liner who has hidden herself on top of  the sprawling home of gentle old spinster ladies.   It has the feeling of a fortress. A kernel of knowledgeable nut sidling out from a canopy of ancient green.

I will collect some images of the  house today for you and the countryside as we drive over to the beach to meet the bus.

My farm blog has morphed into a travel blog and most excitingly a travel food blog.  I will be the photographer for three wonderful meals that are being prepared here over the next three days by three separate teams.

And right now, I am going for a walk.

I hope you have a lovely day!

Love celi