Point Lonsdale 2

This blinding flood light was coming straight in the kitchen from the neighbour behind. 

Shining through the leafless grape vine, the light at least it made some cool shadows on the back wall of the house. 

Sister said the couple with two young children, who have just moved into the house probably aren't aware of the light beam. 

Passenger trains from Geelong to Queenscliff ceased in I think, 1931 and I did not want the bother of parking in Geelong, so I drove to the suburban Waurn Ponds station and caught the train from there to Geelong.

Very few people like Melbourne Southern Cross Station, partly and although reasonably new, contains diesel fumes exceptionally well. It can be unbearable if the wind is in a certain direction. Back in the 1800s, the designer of  Geelong Station knew how to deal with fumes and smoke from steam trains, and it still works effectively today for diesel trains. 

I exited Geelong Station and meandered through the nearby Johnstone Park. The skies may be blue, but it was chilly. 

Its newish library.

The rotunda.

The art gallery.

It is such a well maintained park.

Looking up the street towards the town hall.

After food and coffee and a little wander around, I returned to the station and made my way back to Sister's. It became my afternoon habit to go to the local shops for coffee between three and four. 

Children don't feel the cold like adults. At Point Lonsdale Village it might have been about 13/56, cold.

At Point Lonsdale Beach, a couple of people did briefly enter the water for two minutes. Getting yourself salty and sticky for two minutes of cold water shock therapy seems dumb to me.