Somehow still feeling spritely after a 300km trip , we decided to go and visit Bremer Bay, which is supposed to be very pretty. I think we thought it was closer than it was, as it proved to be a 100km round trip.
We visited the shop there, where one of the world’s most grumpy women works. We were the only ones in the shop, and you would think we were doing her a disservice being there. I can’t remember what we needed – ah yes, a mouse trap! (of that later…). I think we might have gone crazy and bought a couple of other things too, but boy was she crab central. And that’s not fair on crabs.
We scurried from there as though we had been burned by her icy stare, and made our way, for a MASSIVE treat to have a drink. We were making for the sports club – apparently where the 850 inhabitants of bremer Bay like to drink, but on the way passed a restaurant / bar, on a hill with ‘sea glimpses’ and an alfresco area. Sounds posh? It was very, which we discovered after we had bought a wine and a Guinness for a princely $16. Just as we were sitting down to enjoy our eye wateringly expensive drinks (this is not Manly you know, or London for that matter), when Darren remembered he had not bought bait, so had to rush off to Mrs Grumble-Bum’s Emporium, while I sipped a dollar a time on my wine. I had nothing much else to do, so took a picture of the Guinness – I think our 3rd drink in a bar since we left (when we weren’t staying with people). See above.
We took a drive to look at the beaches, which we eventually found, Bremer Bay apparently being on an inlet to the sea, either that or we got lost. It was quite pretty, but apart from a large caravan park, Mrs Grumble-Bum’s Emporium and the restaurant with most expensive drinks list outside Manly, we did not discover much. Probably should have gone to the Sport’s Club.
Shoulda-coulda-woulda.
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