Returning home from Geelong, this weatherboard church set back from the main road through Westmere in Victoria’s Western District caught my eye. It was about time for a stretch, and a brief look around the deserted grounds fit the bill.
I’m not particularly “beachy”, but it’s hard to not appreciate the halcyon loveliness of the boat-filled bay on a perfect summer’s day!
When I was a kid my dad drove a short wheelbase Landy like this; it came to grief one day out in the forest where he worked – he was felling a pine tree, and the wind shifted direction landing the tree on the roof. After it was towed home it sat in our yard, and I would climb into the driver’s seat and pretend I was driving.
There’s a delightful small collection of die cast models at I.H.R., this was my favourite of them.
A little statue of the Madonna sits vigil over the front counter, demure beneath a bawdy brassiere-fitting notice. Of all the songs The Beatles were loved for, I liked Let It Be the best – perhaps formative years of attending Catholic mass with my family had some effect after all.