Another frabjous day

Goodness, I owe you this post. I am so sorry. Hubs and I are on a mini-media break, so both our laptops are back in the study and the TV is only going on each Thursday and Friday night and for special occasions (mostly cricket by the sound of it). We’re also trying to avoid our iPhones in the evening. So what will we be doing to occupy ourselves? We’ve brought jigsaws. And we’re going to move house, hopefully in early March. And we’re having a baby, hopefully in mid-July. And we’re going to have the father in law stay when he is in Melbourne doing his consulting, (so his retirement has lasted about 2 months!) And we’re having conversation. And we’re kicking each other’s butts at Trivial Pursuit, although playing with two people isn’t as much fun as playing with 4 or more.

So there we have it, despite having BroadBand and Digital TV and iPhones, we’re retreating into the dark ages of the 1980s, and are officially an old married couple.

But this blog is about our visit to the Yarra Valley with B and M. I used to work with B in London, I’ve not seen her since I went back to the UK for my brother’s wedding in August 2009. They are out for a month, starting off in Singapore, onto Sydney, then down to Melbourne, then up to Port Douglas. Firing emails to each other our week of leave coincided nicely with their days in Melbourne, she said ‘Could we have a coffee?’ I replied, ‘If you think you’re coming to Melbourne for three days and I’m having a coffee with you, you’ve another thing coming!’ So Hubs and I saved a couple of days in the week off to ensure we would be able to meet with them.

Through the emails decided that a trip to the Yarra Valley was in order, the weather was hot, 31c, but the skies were clear and vistas were lovely. We started off at Healesville Sanctuary, a must for any foreign visitor to Melbourne, simply because it is only Australian native animals that are there. Most are in breeding programmes, which in itself is a shame and a sad indictment on the impact of Human on the world. I brought B a $10 ticket for a koala experience, so she managed to get nearly nose to nose with him. Easily the best $10 I’ve spent to see the look on her face.

Hubs suggested Yering Station for lunch, we had an amazing meal, and an amazing bottle of Sangiovese, for $222. I’m listing the price, because it could have been much more than that and we’d still have been happy to pay it. The winery has probably one of the most glorious vistas of the Yarra Valley, so is worth a peep anyway. They also have farmer’s markets there too monthly.

After a quick tasting session, where I watched and sniffed. We headed back to De Bortoli, more tasting (and sniffing), but we brought 6 samples of cheese, a chilled bottle of white, found a bench and table in the shade and talked for ages. The cheese, wine, views and conversation will stay with all of us for a long time. It was a truly lovely afternoon. She always wanted to see a pregnant Lily, my bump is hardly worth mentioning really, but she’s so excited for us.

A quick dash to Balgownie Estate just before it closed for more tasting and sniffing, then we bid a reluctant farewell to the Valley and drove back to Melbourne. Parking in St Kilda we brought a drink and sat in the air-con, by now the temperature was in the 30s and this pregnant chick was wilting fast. I’m so glad, so grateful the day was relaxed, fun and went so well.

I am not ashamed to say I cried all over B when we said goodbye, she’s been a good friend to me. It was nice to be able to talk and not try to explain where I’m coming from on a subject. It was also nice to see her, full stop. But, the only problem with seeing someone in the flesh, is saying goodbye to them. You never know when you’re going to get another hug from them.

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