Sometimes people say grey skies when they mean white.
However the sky today in Lakes Entrance
is truly pigeon grey with a light drizzle falling on what must be a
cheerful little seaside town in high summer. A parade of shops runs along the lake front where boats are
moored. There is a bright but silent minigolf course and a new French
restaurant as well as several fish and chip shops. I bought some local fish called “gummy” to cook tonight.
Grant was a bit perturbed. I hope it’s nicer than its name.
I stop in a
café that is run by a chocolate maker whose products include slabs of chocolate with poppies and a
row of white crosses on them and of course “Lest we forget”. I try but fail to imagine an
appropriate occasion on which or mood in which to eat them. He also has naked
ladies made of black or white chocolate depending on one’s preference. The coffee was good though.
We were in quest of the cheapest possible teapot for the van
and trawled through no less than five opportunity shops serving all sorts of causes
- senior citizens, mistreated animals etc. I cannot believe that much money gets made. One shop even had
a notice stating that fifty dollar notes would not be accepted as they drained
the till of change. There are
other jokey shops selling signs with “Grey Nomad –Adventure before Dementia” on
them. On this grey day they take
on an extra sardonic flavour
We return to the van with plastic bags cutting our fingers
but content with our teapots. We in fact got two because we each found one when
we had a squabble and split up for
a bit. We had our gummy fish and ginger beer in which I thought it might be
nice to cook it. I also scored a
second hand nightie in the animal welfare shop for cold nights on the
Nullarbor. It is an old lady’s
nightie, pale blue nylon with lace and long sleeves. I like the thought of her looking down on me in the night and
being pleased at her nightie still keeping someone warm All in all a good day really.
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