Last days in oz

Well, here I am in London, nearly at the end of my journey that's so far seen me spend countless hours in the air and in airports, and regrettably countable dollars (and now pounds of course). More on that later, for now, here is the record of my last week or two in Austtralia.

Before leaving Victoria, we spent some more time with Colin and Margaret in Apollo Bay, then toured the Dandenongs and Phillip Island, all lovely places. In Tasmania, after a few days sorting books, I got to catch up with just a few of my relatives.

The view from the cabin in Apollo Bay. I've largely spared you from my endless tree shots (I realise not everyone finds them as endlessly photogenic and interesting as me), but this one's really an ocean view, honest.



In the Otway ranges (again, clearly not a tree photo) with Colin and Margaret.



Then, after the Dandenongs (sorry, they were all tree photos there), a night on Philip Island. Fish and pumpkin fritters, lovely. Bit cold and windy, just getting me ready for what was to come.



Here's a friendly chap on the path.



Wednesday was morning tea with cousin Yvonne and John,



lunch with Auntie Pip and Max,



a quick visit to Auntie Joan,



afternoon tea with Uncle Ron and Auntie Doff,



then dinner with cousin Janet and Rodney.



A big day, with plenty of nice food.

Thursday, it was great to catch up with Auntie Anne, cousins Jason, Anthony and Melanie and Auntie Pam for a bbq at Mum's place.




People have asked me how come I have so much family in the one small area. This is a good joke to those of my family who realise that here is the smallest percentage of the complete set of my relatives in Tasmania's north east! And I'll have you know we travelled about 250 km that day - hardly one small area (unless of course your perspective is a Western Australian one).