Eden Evening

Early in the evening Joan was stalking the birds that come and  eat their supper on the lawns of the place we are staying. They are called Galahs--see next post. They seem to be some species of parrot, and when disturbed they create a great deal of noise—just like the cockatoos, which screech around all day.

We had been recommended to eat at the Fishermen’s Club—where I got the beer last night after driving the wrong way down a one-way street.

I had not realized how much entertainment the Club provided. Slot machines (“pokies”) each of which had an admonishment to gamblers to think of your family and provided a web-site for addicts to help break the gambling habit.

But if you did not fancy the pokies, you could go into the TAB section, where banks of computer screens allowed you to bet on racing, harness racing, dog racing, and I expect a lot more. It was the first time I have ever seen greyhound racing on television.

In the restaurant, they had a very efficient system that could be universally adopted. Read the menu. Go to the counter. Order. You get a beeper, and when it goes off, you collect the food. Order wine or beer from the bar. We got an excellent white wine for $12.

We left the Club and wandered down the main street, seeking ice creams. We were surprised to see two major hotels.

And here and there were historic markers.

After creating a crisis in the ice cream parlour as they had run out of cones, we drove to one of Eden’s beaches (the “Family Swim” beach) and perambulated from one end to the other as the sun went down.  I am attracted by the patterns on the rocks, and created two abstract pictures--close ups of rocks:

Joan paddled barefoot through the incoming waves into the sunset.