Some of Scott's more beautiful friends joined he and Deb on the marvellous Blues Train in Queesncliff. The train was unique... as was our dancing!We all headed down to Queenscliff for the night, looking forward to catching up wiht people we ahd not seen a lot of lately; and some hot live Blues.
We were not dissapointed either. The train was quaint, lovingly restored by volunteers, and manned by some very funny staff.
Sunday proved a treat too, but my camera batteries had died. Needless to say we have only memories to recall:
- the beautiful eggs benedict
- Scott's rescue from a falt battery by the RACV
- Brant remembering too late that the first rule of pushing your brother into the ocean is to make sure he is not holding you too tight; and
- the lads swimming in the sparkling waters of Port Phillip Bay!
- Scott's rescue from a falt battery by the RACV
- Brant remembering too late that the first rule of pushing your brother into the ocean is to make sure he is not holding you too tight; and
- the lads swimming in the sparkling waters of Port Phillip Bay!
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