Maritime

Exploring the historical Port Albert.

It looked like rain as we drove along the still damp road towards Yarram. Dad was playing golf early that morning, and as he is still unable to drive due to his brain injury Mum and I were driving him over there. After dropping him off at the golf course, we head out to breakfast at the only cafe open in town. I have pancakes with strawberries and banana, which tastes so very homey that I find I enjoy it very much.

After breakfast we drive down to Port Albert. There is only one car in the port carpark, a van where an elderly couple are spending the night. Mum and I walk along the waterfront, inspecting the boats that are moored at the pier. Two young boys run past, equipped with fishing gear. They head down to the end of the pier and set up their lines. We pass them again later on as they leave the pier dejected by their lack of fish. The wind is icy and my fingers are numb by the time we head back to the car.

​Back in Yarram we wander around the merger offering of shops. Mum buys a knit top, a miraculous find in a store with offerings more fit for someone living in the 1990s than today. We eat bakery pies huddled in the car at the golf course car park. I return home more tired than the outing really warrants but pleased with the morning none the less.