In which I complain about the weather

Make sure you take sunscreen to Anglesea, they said.

Bindi even gave me her blue goop of sunscreen treatment, just in case I was fried to a crisp.

I took a beach towel, Summery clothes, a hat.  For the love of lamentation, I took a hat!

Of course, it rained and was overcast and miserable and the only use I had for my beach towel was to wrap my bath towel in it on the way home.  I might add that the sun came out in a lovely blue sky for our trip home.  Just splendid.

Luckily, I didn’t mind the miserable weather too much as I was too busy having a fantastic time with six other LorFers in a beach house in Anglesea.  Our time in Canberra earlier this year already proved that we could spend a lot of time in close proximity with each other without restorting to any sort of violence and it was lovely to have this proven again.  And if we only lived in the same state, things would be a lot easier.  As it was, I enjoyed four days of card-playing, fangirling, prankmonkeying and plotting with (in alphabetical order), bathmat, crazedturkey, emerald85, flippyfrog, linnet_101 and the_kaytinator.  They’re all nuts.  In a good way.

I’m convinced the bed I was sleeping in sloped to one side.  You couldn’t tell just from looking at it, but it certainly felt it when I was lying in it, trying to sleep while desperately hoping for some half-decent weather the next day.

At one stage, I was shot in the head with a party-popper gun.  It was a very confusing experience.  One minute, I was sitting there with everyone else, watching Pride and Prejudice; the next, I was suddenly showered in sparkly stuff with a strange pain on my forehead and ringing in my ears.  Once I’d worked out what had happened, I found it hilarious and spent a lot of rather enjoyable minutes teasing the perpetrator, crazedturkey about it.  And as the_kaytinator said, it was quite difficult, because everyone wanted to laugh but they didn’t know if I’d actually been hurt or not.

On the second-last day, I suggested a trip to Erksine Falls which I almost thought was doomed from the outset.  It wasn’t raining... until we got out onto the Great Ocean Road.  We were able to spend an enjoyable ten minutes or so, laughing at the stationary line of traffic headed in the opposite direction.  Of course, we realised we’d be in the same predicament upon our return, so we figured we’d better laugh and mock while we still could.

The rain got heavier.

Then there was some mist thrown in for good measure.

And when we reached the turn-off for Erskine Falls, it had been blocked - or so it appeared.  We eventually worked out that the people directing traffic for the Falls Festival down the road had put markers in a really stupid place, leaving us to believe we weren’t able to visit the falls.  But we were and I have the photographs to prove it!

( The stairs to the look-out )

( Erskine Falls )

( The River )

And, at no extra cost, ( Cliffs at Airey’s Inlet )

All in all, it was a splendid trip and even though we missed new year’s by fifteen minutes (due to a slow clock), we didn’t mind at all.  Now we just need to wait for another six months until we can meet up again.