Sunset from Hill House, Mount Helen. February 2024

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Petit Tracteur

Petit Tracteur is the baby sister of Ten Minutes by Tractor. Jim and I had never been to either, although Stella and Tony have been to Ten Minutes. I don't think they had been to the Petit Tracteur since it had been bought by Ten Minutes.

Stella, I think, would have liked to go to Ten Minutes for lunch on Sunday.  However, to get a table at the weekend you need to book well in advance.  They managed to get a table at the Petit Tracteur but only for a booking at 2.  Jim and I can do Sunday lunch at 2, particularly if we are being treated to a very nice lunch out.  We often don't have Sunday lunch until 1:30 anyway.

So I drove out to Main Ridge.  We managed to get Stella down from the car park to the restaurant. (Memo to self: next time take the wheelchair and a strong young person to push it back up the hill!) The charming staff showed us to our table. Everyone was very  cheerful.




Petit Tracteur  menu (I really wish there was a "Le" at the beginning!)

You can have a selection of Ten Minutes' wines

Stella and Tony had duck.  Jim and I had pork loin. The duck came with orange things. The pork, unsurprisingly, came with apple things. We also had chips and French peas on the side.  It was all very yummy 

My delicious plate of pork loin

We didn't really need dessert. But we had it anyway.  Chocolate mousse to share. Tony wasn't going to have any. Wasn't hungry any more. No more to et for him.  Stella persuaded him to have a mouthful. He ate his half of their plate :-D  I didn't get a photo of it, alas. But it was made even more delicious by the passionfruit cream and seeds on the side.

Happy diners:



I don't know why Jim and I deserved such a treat, but we were very grateful indeed.

Jim drove us all back to Mount Martha and then drove me back to Mount Helen.  I didn't make him drive - he volunteered all of his own volition. (He will have a small amount of wine with a meal before driving; I won't. And it was rather nice to have the opportunity to try some of the Ten Minutes' pinot)

Sunday, January 28, 2018

House Hunting

After a pleasant little visit to the Lakeside market yesterday we went house hunting.

Well, when I say "we"...  Lindsey and Ian went house hunting.  Not that they are planning to move.  They are planning to add to their property portfolio.  I wonder of they think of themselves as property magnates :-D

Anyway.  We looked at two houses.  The first one was a really beautiful house.  I would have bought it for the shower in the ensuite!  It had a magnificent kitchen, beautiful bathroom, glorious lounge room.  But it was very big and failed in the requirement that it should be do-uppable and increase its value.  Alas. This house had already had everything done. There was nothing left to do.

The second house they looked at was also a lovely house. Lovely renovated kitchen and dining area. Renovated bathroom. Three, potentially four bedrooms with slightly outdated decor. Toilet and laundry crying out to be rescued.  Interesting living area that has loads of scope for doing up.  It seems perfect.  I think they are quite interested.  But I suspect there may be other people who are quite interested.  A liveable doer-upper in a convenient location is likely to attract interest.

And in the meantime, I get to indulge in one of my minor interests, which is poking around in other people's houses.  Will give us an idea of what is around if we ever sell the house in Tupton.  Not that we will at the moment.  It's not on the market and our tenants seem to be quite settled.

On Friday evening, Lindsey and I wandered out into the car parking area at their place, after the Australia Day storms had passed and the rain puddles had dried up - to be greeted by this:

Après le déluge

And later we went back out to watch the Australia Day fireworks out by the lake.  The evening had cleared up beautifully and we had a clear view.

You find Jim and me now at Mount Martha. We came down yesterday afternoon and stayed overnight.  I got up this morning and thought I might go for a Sunday morning walk, early, before the heat kicked in.  I left at around 8:30, walked outside and was greeted by about 26d and noticeable humidity.  I went anyway:




Friday, January 26, 2018

A (not) Weekend Report

I was about entitle this Weekend Report.  However, it's only Friday so I probably shouldn't :-D

I have to say, though, it feels a lot like a Sunday.

I finished work on Wednesday when Lindsey (who is on holiday this week) dropped by in the afternoon to pick me up and bring me back to Mount Helen, where Jim and the dogs were waiting for us.  We got here and made several big bowls of various salads.  Then Ruth and Andy arrived from Port Fairy.  Ian came home with barbecue provisions.  It was a beautiful evening so we sat outside and ate well and drank well.


Thank you to Lindsey for the photo

On Thursday (which was only yesterday and which felt remarkably like a Saturday) Lindsey, Ian, Ruth and Andy went and walked the Lake.  Jim finds the whole perimeter of the lake a bit far so we went a bit later and walked the pretty, wetlands bit of the lake. We met the others for lunch at Pipers, overlooking the lake.  It was a lovely morning and early afternoon.






Lindsey, Ruth and Andy headed off to Melbourne. Ian, Jim and I stayed here with Rupert and Hugo. Ian and I cooked dinner together - sausages on the barbecue (Ian), slightly undercooked Hasselback potatoes (me - they could have done with an extra few minutes), Ian's ratatouille style vegetables and my beans, peas, asparagus and sesame dish.  Then we watched the second episode of the Great Australian Bake Off, which I am very much enjoying. And then it was bedtime.  Another day gone!

Today is Australia Day, a national holiday.  To celebrate the occasion, Ruth and Andy have gone to Tasmania for ten days, Lindsey came back from Melbourne, and Ian and Jim installed a lock which Emily had given Lindsey and Ian for Christmas. They put it on the new patio doors in the lounge room, which have never been very secure.  It would only have been another little while before Rupert learnt how to open them, and they lead out to an unfenced garden. He can't open the doors now!

For the past little while it has been obvious that we have been invaded by mice.  We have been fighting back and I think we are winning. But it was clear that we needed to sort things out, tidy up and a bit and limit the food that the mice could reach. The obvious place to start was the pantry.  So today I emptied the pantry, cleaned it, disinfected it, sorted out the contents and put them back.

I know this won't last but look how beautiful it looks this afternoon:




And then the weather broke. It started to rain. Then the thunder came.  Jim sat outside and watched thunder storms come from the left and from the right.  And then they met, pretty much over our heads!






It was positively tropical in its intensity. Except that in tropical thunderstorms the rain is hot and this definitely was not. But the thunder was dramatic, loud, rolling and very close.  It is just as well that Sam is not still with us.  Mind you, if he had been, I don't think he would have survived the storm.  He was terrified of thunder and this was loud and intense.  Rupert and Hugo weren't bothered, apart from expressing interest in the biggest storm either of them has encountered.  We haven't had such a very exciting thunder storm in Mount Helen since we got here.  

The storm was so exciting that Ian got stuck in the supermarket.  Had he been in Tesco or Sainsbury's or Waitrose he could have waited it out in the coffee shop or cafe.  Australian supermarkets don't usually have coffee shops or cafes.  No coffee and pastry for him!

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Mostly eating

It was very hot in Victoria last Friday.  Hot and windy.  Again!

This time the fire danger had been moved to Severe (which is in the middle of the scale).  Fortunately, I was at home, so we would have had a car had we needed to leave in a hurry.  Equally fortunately, there was no need for a rapid evacuation.  We could see a fire in the afternoon, but it was All The Way Over There - and would have had to have got through Ballarat before it got to us.  This seemed unlikely so we didn't worry about it.  And also fortunately, the wind wasn't too bad around us.

I got up in the middle of the night because the dogs were barking.  Not only that, they were growling.  They, and I, went out to see what was what.  I couldn't see anything at all, but they were clearly exercised about something.  I think it might have been a fox.  There are foxes around and we have seen fox droppings. I was more interested in the wind.  If it had been blowing like that before (the poor, pathetic excuse for) a cool change had arrived on Friday evening, I wouldn't have waited for an alert, or signs of smoke.  I would have put the dogs, Jim and the important things (document dossier, passports, electronic devices, Farley - and Bernard, Sleepy and Chickpea who are visiting until Freyja and Simon get back in September) and gone to Melbourne or Ballarat.

By Saturday all was calm on the weather front.  I can't say that it was significantly cooler but at least the fire danger had dropped and I wasn't getting Extreme Heat alerts on my emergency app.  Mind you, it's amazing what you get used to. As long as it isn't humid or very windy, I don't usually notice the heat much - unless I have to be particularly active.

On Sunday Lindsey and I took off nice and early. We called at the flat, where were staying our cousins Ruth and Andy from the UK. We moseyed on down to the Mornington Peninsula and up Arthur's Seat.  This time it wasn't raining.  It was, in fact, a nice day. The city was covered in haze but at least you could see the beaches around the bay.  And then we went to Stella and Tony's place, armed with enough food for Sunday lunch for an army.  Ian and Jim came down with Rupert and Hugo.  Wendy was already there.  Simon came with Jacob and Noodle.  And Matthew, Belinda, Sage and William (but not their dogs) were also there.  It was a lovely afternoon.  Noisy, bibulous, festive.  Ian, Lindsey, Ruth and Andy took Rupert and Hugo for a walk down towards the beach.  I think all the excitement wore them out (the dogs, that is, not the humans).  Jim and I took them back to Mount Helen in Lindsey's car.  I looked around at one point and they were both sound asleep, wrapped around each other.  Lindsey, Ian, Ruth and Andy went back to the flat, then Lindsey and Ian came up to Mount Helen in a complicated shuffling of cars.  Ruth and Andy have the Honda. They've gone down the Great Ocean Road this week.

Lindsey is on holiday this week.  Thus she wasn't working last evening.  Before she started working on Tuesday evenings, she, Ian, Simon and his children would meet at The Fox for dinner.  It's a pub about a 2k walk from the flat.  So yesterday evening, Lindsey, Ian and I walked the nearly 2k to The Fox and met Bethan and Jacob.  Simon wasn't available.  I had  steak and chips.  And very nice it was too.  We should go more often. The lady waiting at our table recognised us (although not me, I would imagine :-) ) and asked where we had all been.  Simon obviously does go in from time to time - she asked if he was joining us, and called him by his name!!

My breakfast view this morning:


And a bit later:




Monday, January 15, 2018

Vale Gwen

After Jim had moved to Sheffield, then Chesterfield, and particularly after his father died, we tried to visit his mother every six to eight weeks and to take her out somewhere.

Usually it was tied to a Sunday lunch. We would go out into the New Forest and eat in one of the pubs. We would go to the harbour at Lymington and eat in the Ship. Occasionally we went to National Trust gardens and once we went to Longleat to look at the animals. We visited several zoos and animal parks.  There was always lunch (even if it wasn't always Sunday - but it often was).

As she got frailer we didn't always venture quite so far.  Often we ate in the Old Mill in Harnham, Salisbury and then went for a drive in the country after. But on good days we tried to go to other places.

When she died we thought hard about what to do to celebrate her life.  The funeral is tomorrow in Salisbury, England.  It wasn't feasible for us to go to that. We had to have a celebration for her here. So yesterday Lindsey, Ian, Jim, Farley the toy dog and I went to Daylesford for Sunday lunch in the Convent Gallery cafe (called Bad Habits :-D)  We took Farley because Gwen had loved him so much that we got her one of her own.  Except that the one we ordered took so long to get to us that we gave her my original Farley (washed, brushed and prettied up, I might add) and adopted the second Farley instead. Tabitha reminded me that he should go too and I must say it did seem appropriate.

I think she would have enjoyed it.  The Convent Gallery is in a lovely location and the cafe does delicious food.

A celebration for Gwen (Photo by Lindsey)

We toasted her on her way with Prosecco and white wine


My very delicious chicken schnitzel with fried potatoes and lemon coleslaw

The food was perhaps not what Gwen would have chosen to eat. She liked mostly plain food, though she very much enjoyed a pub Sunday Roast with all the trimmings (child portions in her latter years). This was more like plain-ish food with interesting twists.  So the coleslaw had lemon sauce rather than mayonnaise.  Lindsey had pancakes with smoked salmon inside.  Jim, to my astonishment, had a vegan friendly dish of grilled beetroot, roast cauliflower and a quinoa salad.  Not sure what Gwen would have made of that :-D  She might have had a small glass of wine, given that it was An Occasion. Normally, though, she would have orange juice.  We had wine and sparkling water on the side.

Afterwards we went to the Daylesford Lake and had a short walk.  We could have taken Gwen on this walk, in her wheelchair, if someone had been strong enough to push her up the one hill.  We once took her on a walk in her wheelchair which involved a steep hill, except that we were going down.  It was a ramshackle, uneven path with signs along it which looked for all the world as if it was forbidding the use of watering cans.  It was only when we finally managed to get to the bottom without tipping her out, or dropping her into the lake, or otherwise breaking her or us - it was only then that we realised that the watering cans were meant to represent push chairs and other wheeled devices.  The path wasn't suitable for wheelchairs.  Well, we knew that by the time we worked out the meaning of the signs.  Fortunately, she thought it was very funny.  But the path around the lake in Daylesford would be eminently suitable for a wheelchair.  And the sun had come out.  After a cold and gloomy morning, the weather had bucked up while we were having lunch and we had all taken out jumpers off.  And the lake was sparkling in the sunshine







Photo by Ian
It was a good day. I think Gwen would have thoroughly enjoyed it.  Jim certainly enjoyed it.  I hope it was a good send off for her.

*******

Yesterday one of the TV channels took 17 hours out of its schedule for some "Slow Television". They showed the Ghan train on its journey from Adelaide to Darwin.  Obviously it was edited; the actual trip takes four days. There was no commentary and no music. You heard the train announcements but no other voices apart from the conversation of the passengers when the camera was in the dining carriages or cabins. They did have writing on the screen and graphics from time to time to explain the history or culture of wherever the train was.  Lindsey turned it on in the kitchen at 7 and we had it on all day, apart from when we went out.  None of us watched it solidly. We watched it when we were in the kitchen. Some people complained it was boring. Others said it would have been better with commentary and/or music.  We  all thought it was perfect as it was.  Gentle, soothing television where you didn't really miss anything if you weren't there.  Except for Alice Springs.  We were out at lunch when the train reached there. They are thinking of making another program of something similar. I believe it took about two years to get it all put together so I am not holding my breath!!  I wonder if the test cricket would benefit from there not being a commentary.  There isn't one if you go to the ground :-D

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Operations

One of the conditions of adopting one of the 11 rescue puppies from Great Dane Rescue Victoria was that they had to be desexed by the end of February 2018.  Until that has been done the puppies are, strictly speaking, being fostered.  Rupert is, of course, one of those puppies.

Hugo also came from GDRV and also came intact.  It was a condition of his adoption that he also had to be desexed.

Thursday was the day.

They were sorely puzzled when they got up on Thursday morning to find that all the water vessels had disappeared.  There was no breakfast. No tasty treats.  Hugo was deeply reluctant to get in the car.  Rupert jumped in cheerfully.  Then Jim and Lindsey took them to the surgery where Emily's housemate (the vet who came to attend to Sam) works.

Rupert was Not Happy about being left there.  Rupert, of course, hasn't been left anywhere without at least one of us or Emily being there since he arrived here.  Hugo was a bit more sanguine about it.  They were both delighted when Lindsey and Jim reappeared later in the afternoon to pick them up.

Hugo was looking good.  Not much swelling, didn't seem to be in pain, was bouncy and very definitely hungry.  Rupert looked very much as though he hadn't had The Operation at all.  He had a massive haematoma in his scrotum - looked as though the vet had sewn two small oranges in.  Mind you, he too seemed not to be in pain, was bouncy and was very definitely hungry.  They both wanted to RUNNNNNNN and BOUNCE - no hope of following the instruction to keep them quiet!  Alas, the running caused Rupert's wound to start to bleed.

Friday morning, Lindsey and I were getting ready to go to work.  Rupert's wound was still dripping.  Lindsey issued instructions to Jim and we set off.  As we were driving along we got a message from the vet.  Bring Rupert back in and I'll fix the haematoma.  Sadly, we were already on our way.  Jim wasn't confident he could find the surgery. Fortunately Emily was available.  So poor Rupert got taken away AGAIN, was operated on AGAIN and then didn't even get to come straight home.  The vet took him back to her place and Lindsey and I picked him up when we came back from work.  He didn't seem bothered by any of this.

Normally, when Lindsey gets back from wherever she's been, Hugo makes a huge fuss of her.  On this occasion he made an enormous fuss of Rupert and then made a fuss of her  I think Hugo is settling in to life at Mount Helen!

Yesterday Lindsey went to visit Stella and Tony, leaving Jim and me in charge of keeping Rupert, particularly, calm, quiet and peaceful.  This was a definite challenge.  We had been warned that Rupert would be swollen, bruised and in pain after his second operation.  No one had told Rupert this!  He wanted to RUNNNNNNN and BOUNCE.  So did Hugo.  They were a bit miffed that every time they tried to play they got shouted at to sit down and be still.

This morning they have been allowed to run and bounce and play.  And now they are sleeping :-D

They were sleeping here too. But this was taken yesterday



Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Hot and Windy

It was hot on Saturday. Very hot. Very, very hot. Although, at 38 or 39d in Mount Helen, perhaps not quite as hot as it was in Melbourne at 41 or 42d. And definitely not as hot as in Sydney on Sunday where in one suburb it reached 47d.  They can keep that!

39d is quite hot enough, thank you.

It was windy on Saturday. Very windy. Very, very windy.

Very, very hot and very, very windy.  Excellent conditions for bushfires.

It was the National Cycle Championships on Saturday. For mysterious reasons these are held in and around Buninyong.  This year they also took in part of the University campus.  It was so hot and windy that they moved the morning activities forward to early in the morning and cancelled the afternoon activities. Fortunately, the afternoon was not competitive. They do public events in the afternoon.  But it did mean that the roads were open in the afternoon should the need to evacuate arise.

Most fortunately no bushfires eventuated around us so there was no need to evacuate.  But I had my phone with me at all times. I have the state emergency app on my phone which would have alerted me had there been a problem.  You can't outrun a fire once it gets near to you, but we could get to the safe space at the University or even to either Buninyong or Mount Clear if paying attention to the alerts.

Lindsey, Jim and I got up early to water the fruit trees and the vegetables before the heat properly hit. We do the watering in the evening but thought that the plants might appreciate an extra drink under the circumstances. Then we went early-ish in the morning to the monthly Bridge Mall market. Alas, the spice lady wasn't there and we have run out of our favourite dukkah mixes.  We'll just have to hope that she was taking a summer break and will be back in February.  In the evening Ian and I tried an experiment, making pizza using his new outside pizza oven and also using the fan oven inside.  I have to say that the pizza oven won hands down.  I may have to save up very hard and buy one for myself.  Ian used it on Sunday to make focaccia and once again it was very successful.

Sunday was a much better day weather-wise.  Nothing like as hot and windy. Just as well. Lindsey and Ian had guests coming to lunch - an old school friend of Ant's and his wife and their two children. Their trip to Mount Helen was slightly complicated by the fact that the National Cycle Championships were back on schedule and the roads they had intended to use as they got here had been once again closed to traffic!

It was a lovely day. Ian cooked up a Spanish-style feast. It was very delicious. I may have to steal his recipe for the sauce he had with the slow cooked beef cheeks.

Apart from that, things are slowly settling back to normal after the Christmas and New Year holidays. I do have a few extra shifts on the reception desk but none planned until February. So I am more or less working my usual Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays.  Except, of course, when other things intervene.  No interventions this week though.

Oh - except that I had an appointment with my hand therapist yesterday morning before work. I haven't seen her since the beginning of December.  Now, I am reasonably pleased with my hand at the moment.  I hadn't been. I was beginning to think that it would never improve, never bend, never work.  Then about a week ago I realised that I could use it well enough to hold vegetables properly when slicing them and to peg things out on the washing line.  I still can't hold a carving fork properly, but it is obviously beginning to get better.  But I can't do some of the things the therapist had asked me to work on so I thought she might be a bit grumpy.  But no. She too is quite pleased. I now have a new night splint, new exercises and some exercise putty to strengthen the hand so I will be able to hold a carving fork. Eventually. Now I just need to remember to do all the exercises :-D

Saturday, January 06, 2018

Right then. Where were we?

Ah yes.  New Year's Eve.

So.  After Hugo's people went away, Jim and I packed up and motored over to Warragul where we spent the evening with Matt, Belinda, Sage and William.  It was a lovely evening.  We sat outside on their verandah and ate cold meats and salads, incorporating vegetables from their garden. We drank wine and walked round their garden and admired their fruit trees and vegetables, their greenhouse and their eucalypts.

Jim, Matt and I managed, just, to be awake for midnight.  It's uncommon for me to see the New Year in.  I sometimes managed to be awake, when we lived in Tupton, to see the fireworks in Berlin or Paris - but that, of course, was 11pm for me.  It was very rare for me to be awake for the fireworks in London.  This year, however, we saw the Sydney fireworks.

We started the new year in a very leisurely manner, drinking tea and/or coffee, eating toast, reading.  Then Jim and I drove to Neerim South to visit our friend Jan. It crossed my mind that I had said we would be there around midday which is, effectively, lunchtime.  So we went into the town and found the IGA open and acquired cheese,, smoke salmon and biscuits.  There's a pub in Neerim South which was doing New Year lunches.  We must go there next time!

Jan has a tiny, tiny kitten which weights almost nothing and is mostly fluff.  Fortunately her rather larger dog recognises it as a cat and not as food!  We had a lovely visit, ate the cheese, biscuits and smoked salmon, drank coffee, admired the garden.  Then Jan suggested that, instead of going back to Melbourne on the freeways, we drive over the mountains to Yarra Junction and then follow the Yarra Valley to Ringwood.

So we did.  And it was a very beautiful drive.  I have to say that I was very glad to be driving it on a still, sunny day and not through torrential rain and blustery gales (which Jan did the last time she drove it!).  On a still, sunny day it is glorious.

In the evening we hosted a Monday night dinner for the regular Monday night crew, minus Lindsey and Ian but plus Austin, Tatsuki and Zoy.  We had what was effectively a Sunday roast on a Monday.

It was, in the end, quite a busy day.  But you will surely agree with me that it was an excellent start to a new year.

I was working Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday of this week,  An unusual pattern but I am covering the reception desk while some of the regulars are on holiday.

On Tuesday evening we had pizza in Carlton with Austin, Tatsuki, Lindsey and Ian - plus one or two others.  On Wednesday evening Lindsey and Jim went back to Mount Helen after Lindsey finished work.  Ian, Austin and Tatsuki came to the flat so Austin could get ready to fly back to Japan.  They went to the airport with Ian at about 10pm.

And now Freyja and Simon are back in Sheffield, Austin and Tatsuki are back in Mizuho, and Lindsey, Ian, Rupert, Hugo, Jim and I are all at Mount Helen.  Normal service is restored.

For now!

Preparing to fly :-D

Tuesday, January 02, 2018

Hugo

Hugo is a ten month old, blue Great Dane puppy.

He went from his litter home to a lady who loved him a lot but who got sick and couldn't look after him properly.  So, he went into foster care until she got better.  She didn't, really, get better.  So he went to the Great Dane Rescue people who looked after him until he could be returned to his rightful owner.  Alas, it became clear that she wasn't going to get well enough to care for him properly. So she asked the Great Dane Rescue people to put him up for adoption.

They decided to wait until after the Christmas and New Year holidays.  They had had him for a few months and knew he was a lovely dog who wouldn't be difficult to rehome.

Then Lindsey rang to tell them that Sam had died.  Rupert wasn't particularly pining for Sam but he wanted to play rather more than we did.  Did they have a suitable companion for him.

So Hugo and two human friends and a doggie friend came for lunch on Sunday.  Rupert, Hugo and Callie had a lovely visit.  Rupert and Hugo seemed to like each other.  When the humans and Callie went away, Hugo stayed here.

I don't think he particularly wanted to stay here.  The poor thing has now had five owners in ten months if you count the litter owner. I think he had settled with the Great Dane Rescue carer and expected to go back with them.  But the big advantage of the previous four homes being loving ones is that he expects to be loved.  And he is very friendly and snuggly.

So welcome to Hugo, new brother for Rupert.

This is Hugo:




And this is Hugo and Rupert:

Photo by Ian
All I can say is that it is just as well they have different coloured collars!