Yesterday after a somewhat harrowing journey with the added interest of a flight that took off over two hours late, I finally arrived back in Melbourne.
After greetings, a few of us walked to a grand little pub called Lincoln for a beautiful small plate dinner and a glass of Australian Chardonney. The walk was wonderful. Much of it went around an old cemetery. ‘The dead center of town’ as my father would call it. We walked along the outside of a wrought iron fence strung with rusting barbed wire and I took photographs of the dying light through the bars.
There were many graves there for local nuns and I wonder whether they are buried using the names they chose when they took their final vows or the names they were born with. The head mistress at my convent school in New Zealand was called Sister Raymond. I wonder what saints name you would choose if you were able to rename yourself.
It is a stunning old grave yard, with some wonderful old buildings and head stones and stories, I hope to wander through on our next walk.
The food at Lincoln was great and my bed at the end of the evening was VERY welcome. This visit has been so busy so far that my eyes are going black. I am used to busy just not used to people busy.
Most of us love cemeteries, I am always happy to find this angel, I think she has been in every graveyard I have ever visited! Angels are everywhere. We know that there are male angels yet every statue of an angel I have seen is female. Hmm.
Today I have lunch with a few of The Fellowship in a restaurant called Thrive here in Melbourne. I know nothing at all about the restaurant your fellow readers chose and am looking forward to it. If you are in Melbourne and free at lunchtime come over and introduce yourself we will be there for a few hours starting at noon, there are no bookings so all welcome.
This morning I am sitting in bed (dragging out the last of my rest time) writing to you, waiting for my cousin to arrive. She is flying in this morning for the day, I have not seen her for about 25 years – she has been reading the blog since its beginning and is a founding member of the Fellowship reading every morning before commencing class in an Australian outback school so she is coming for the lunch. After our catch up and copious cups of wake up coffee, we will go and meet more of The Fellowship at Thrive and have a loud gossipy lunch. Maybe I will see you there?
I will tell you all about it tomorrow.