Lerv is finding out that your new camera can do panoramic shots....
Excuse me whilst I indulge myself in this post.
(The "caterpillar hills" between Bass and Kilcunda on the way to Phillip Island and Wonthaggi. These usually look dead dry and bare from January onwards, but this year they've just been dead dry and bare.)
This has been an interesting week. My last remaining aunt died on Monday night. Just like her brother, my father, her time had well and truly come. Yesterday we formally sent her to her god. Hope she finds him/her/it as nice as she expected....
Anyway, this meant I had to drive down to Wonthaggi yesterday. It also meant that I only worked three days. Gosh working three days is GOOD! I took the camera with me cos I fully intended on doing a little side trip and getting some beauty shots. That is when I found out about the panorama mode :-)
(My family has lived in the Wonthaggi region for over 100 years. My ?great? grandfather was one of the early settlers in the district and the family farm is located about 10km out of town. You know your family name is known in a town when you get a road named after you :-) Admittedly it is a dead end road but better than none!)
Some reflections on the week so far.
My boss not being at work is GOOD! I get more done and enjoy it more. Possibly cos he isn't downloading stuff off the server all day long and making it so that it takes a one page word doc 4 minutes and 55 seconds to save and/or load.
Three days of work is really excellent. I get time to do stuff. And get sunburnt like today, when I put sunscreen on my face only to find that oh dear, the sunscreen is umm, well not working... oops. Or I am horribly allergic to it cos I am lobster-like in the face and it feels sorta delicate.
I get headaches if I don't each some GF/DF chocolate every day. Dang. I must be addicted to caffeine or another of the chocolate chemicals.
Don't decide to knit your sister a wrap and then put beads onto EACH of three strands then read that you have to do a long tail cast on and discover that the yarn you so carefully wound together on the ball winder is so twisted around itself that pushing the beads along is almost impossible. After three hours of work, I have managed to cast on 100 stitches. Ta-da! No beads on the wrap. We'll see how it goes now. Maybe I'll crochet something on the ends, or something since I am not a good crocheter.
(Pictures from the coastal drive between Wonthaggi and Inverloch. I think the lower level of mudstone, the stuff that isn't rocky looking at the bottom of the cliffs is fossil bearing, either that or the stuff underneath it that makes the rock platforms. Three socks manage to feature along the way. Socks were meant to be stars of the show but they can't outdo the scenery! I love this little drive - it is only 10 minutes from end to end but oh the views! :-)
Is this not a delicious view? It invites you to go down the stairs and walk on this marvellous beach. Some lucky person has done just that - they are a little dot in the distance. I wish I could go and walk on that beach nearly every day (when the rain is coming in sideways and it is about minus 5, I think I'll stay home, thanks).
My cousins are interested in who I am. They also nearly die of shock when I say I am 40. They remember me as a little wussy child. I remember G, who is the son of the cousin we don't talk about (family skeleton/black sheep, and when we say black sheep, we mean dude who has been involved in reallllly bad stuff, but it is ok cos he was adopted so it isn't genetic ;-), when he was 3 or 4 (I was 7 or 8), and he is now mid thirties and a Kool Doood. I come away from family gatherings with a sense of belonging. It is very odd.
Finally the bridge at Kilcunda, certainly one of the most photographed in the area. Imagine what the train ride must've been like as it traversed the sand dunes and then leapt across the (not impressively raging) creek, with Bass Strait to the south.