All three of us had fun, not just Mouse.
Yesterday, we took him to the dog-friendly section of the V-Wall Tavern, where he lay patiently on his bed in the sunshine while we snarfed our generous and delicious lunches.
Mine’s the smoked chicken caesar salad, and the Husband’s is the one with the large slice of pickled heritage beetroot on top of his steak, salad and chunky chips.
The food is even better than last time we were here, and we later learned it’s in new hands. Mouse got lots of compliments and attention on his way home, which he accepted graciously as his due…
Today, we told him he was going to catch up with his friend Diesel over in Taylors Arm. He was very happy to hear it!
It’s about half an hour’s drive on winding roads, not his favourite kind of journey, but he was so thrilled to be let out of the car and allowed to run around the yard at will instead of on a lead that he forgave us, and gave his undivided attention to Diesel’s yard, Diesel’s toys, Diesel’s water bowl and Diesel’s bone. At the end, he even hijacked Diesel’s mat. A certain amount of stink-eye from host doggo ensued, but it was at least peaceful.
The blokes retreated to the shed to admire a new motorbike. I wandered around Dale’s back yard with her, admiring her lush and mostly scavenged, adopted, propagated and volunteer planting, her caged vegie garden, and the She-Shed which Wayne had constructed for her from salvaged materials.
The two of them are making a beautiful, productive and life-affirming Eden in their small back yard and I’m more than a little envious…. On to a beautiful lunch and catch-up conversation, and then it was time for us to tear ourselves away and restore sovereignty of the backyard to Diesel Dog.
We’re back down this way in February/March, so will hope to spend a few more hours with them then.
On our return, Mouse leaped onto his bed and proceeded to recover from the excitement of the morning, curled up with eyes tightly closed. The Husband took his laptop out into the shade and snoozed off and on while pretending to look at it. I took my phone and walked along to the end of the V-Wall to get some photos.
It’s the end of whale migration season here in northern New South Wales. Whales have been spotted at times all this past week, and I tootled down to the viewpoint at the end of the breakwater without much hope of actually capturing anything. And there they were, a small school of Southern Right Whales, noodling about in the clear water off the coast. They were a long way out, and when they breached or blew, it happened too fast to capture in a photo, so I turned the phone to video. The footage is too large to upload here (and I don’t have a YouTube account), but I took two screen shots from the relevant moments. Click on the photos to enlarge. Take a look at the left of the image, in the water, about a quarter of the way across the screen.
On image 1, you see the body of the whale starting to emerge from the water, and in image 2, you have the splash as he landed in the water. I’m sorry it’s so blurry, but it all happened so fast I didn’t have time to adjust the focus. I’ve seen whales a lot when I lived on this coast, but I’ve never before managed to capture it, so I’m pretty thrilled.
Tonight we caught up with friends for dinner; we haven’t seen them for well over a year, and for one pair, it’s their wedding anniversary, so a celebration was called for. We were so busy laughing and talking that I completely forgot to take photos of the very pretty venue and the gorgeous food. You’ll just have to take my word for it…
Time for a cuppa and a bickie. It’s been a very good day.