Visiting Somers

Tuesday last week while our relatives were here we decided to go for another day trip to a very special place, the seaside town of Somers.  The reason it's special is because hubby and his four siblings grew up there when it was very small and not home to the wealthy who have holiday houses there now.   We decided to have lunch at the Somers General Store Cafe which use to be, no surprises here, the town general store.  Hubby and three of his siblings had jobs there during school holidays when they were in their teens so there was a goodly amount of reminiscing between hubby and his sister about what use to go on.  It was lovely to hear their tales while we ate a delicious lunch.  

 Hubby use to dispense petrol from these bowsers and was very happy they have been retained for nostalgic reasons.  We loved the couch grass growing up into the glass.

I loved the decor inside the cafe which was boho and eclectic.  I loved these cushions on the seat where we ate our lunch.

 Hubby has reluctantly allowed me to post this photo of us which I adore.  He is rather internet shy when it comes to photos.

  

 After lunch we went for a stroll on the beach which is just across the road from the cafe.  It was lovely and calm, perfect for a little dipping of feet in the water.

Looking toward Phillip Island between the trees.

Phillip Island in the distance which is about 5 miles across the water from Somers.

The path down to the beach.

Coastal flora.

Philip Island on the horizon.

Looking up toward the path down to the beach.

Colourful seaweed.

Hubby took this photo.

We came across this unusual sculpture on another path back to the road.

And this carving of a koala made from a dead tree.

We did go for a walk through a reserve for koalas in the area but unfortunately didn't see one.  Maybe next time.  All in all we had a lovely day and hope that we can get down to this lovely spot on the Mornington Peninsula again soon.

Anne  xx

My two weeks in Western Australia - Part 3

When I was a kid, the creek on the farm where I grew up was the most exciting place to visit.  On those scorching hot days we had in summer of 38d C plus, I would imagine the creek ran with water all year and I could take a cooling dip.  Unfortunately they were only dreams.  My my sister and I had much fun when we went down there to play.  Sometimes when the creek had water running for a short period of time in winter, it would create an island of sand in the middle and come spring/summer, we would play imagining we were living on an island.

Those days are long gone of course but a visit to the creek when I am home on the farm is mandatory.  This visit I wanted to walk to the creek for a number of reasons.  To revisit childhood memories, see how the little trees and shrubs planted within the last few years were growing, to see what kind of bird life was living there and visit my "Standing Up When Falling" tree, a photo of which is on the banner of my other blog of the same name.

As a I mentioned in an earlier post, Western Australia is suffering rather bad salinity problems and measures are being undertaken to try and improve the problem.  Landcare is an organisation which donates indigenous tree and shrub seedlings to plant.  Some years ago, perhaps 5 to 7, I can't quite remember, the east part of the creek was planted with many little trees and shrubs to help with salinity and erosion of the creek.  What a difference it has made, it is like a little Western Australian bush oasis in the making.  Here are some photos I took as I was walking around.

This poor old Mallee tree (Eucalyptus) on the edge of the creek is long dead but the sculpture it makes is quite beautiful.  The grey of the weathered wood and gnarly, curly pattern are wonderful.

This one looks like it has had a second attempt at growing.

New tree plantings on the south side of the creek.  Some cropping land was used to make way for these plantings and fenced off to stop the sheep eating them.

I love the contrast between the two different coloured leaves on these young Eucalyptus trees.

You can just see a bird, a Scrub Warbler,  near the fork of the little tree.  My brother was very happy to learn that these new tree and shrub plantings are supporting a colony of these birds.

Another clearer photo of a Scrub Warbler on the little twig in the centre of the photo.

I also saw a little colony of Willy Wagtails which gave me much pleasure.  They use to live around the house and farm sheds but the Butcher Birds have killed them off .    They seem to be safe here.

  

This bird is a  Micky Miner, they are extremely noisy.

 I saw quite a few of these ant hills on my walk.

The colours of the bark on this tree are incredible.  I feel a painting coming on.

  In this photo are pink and grey Galahs, a Port Lincoln parrot commonly know as a 28, and a Crested Pigeon which is sitting above the two Galahs in the bottom centre of the photo.  This photo is not particularly good as I was looking into the light.  The Crested Pigeons and 28s are shy and would fly away when they saw or heard me move.

Here is my "Standing Up When Falling Down" tree and it's looking better than ever.

I was delighted to discover a birds nest in the branches.  It was empty so I assume it was either a nest from last year's nesting season or someone has an early start on this years nest building.

I love the trees in the foreground of this photo.  I'm fairly sure they are Swampy she-oaks.

After my lovely walk to the creek, I came back to have a look at this bird nest near one of the farm sheds and the dam.   Dad told me was a Butcher Bird's nest.

So this is how I spent the morning of my last day in Western Australia, relaxing in the great outdoors, enjoying the smells of the bush and bird watching.

Back in Melbourne, everyday life has resumed.  This afternoon I was treated to a visit in the back yard by a male and female King parrot.  I went outside to give them some seeds and was able to stroke the breast feathers of the female.  That was a very special moment.

I hope everyone is having a lovely weekend,

Anne  xx