The Journey Begins.

Finally I am sitting quietly alone with power for the laptop.
So...what are we doing?
The boat trip was wonderful and as always Amelia-jane booked a marvellous cabin.
I like to lie on the bunk and watch the lights on the horizon disappear...
It was a little rocky, though I have known much worse, in fact one night on the Abel Tasman
it was so rocky, people were falling over.
Ugghh...



Down on the car deck below the waterline, little Kevin spent the night in the highest kennel.
He was above all the great big dogs, he seemed very interested.
He did learn to howl though and I expect that not too much sleeping went on during the night.



Sailing into Port Melbourne in the early morning light was enjoyable and had a holiday feel.
We drove along Bay Street which becomes Beaconsfield Road.
Shops, shops and even more shops...there was no real distinction where the burbs ended and the small
towns began...on and on we drove.