1st cousins once removed like buses

You don't see one for ever then 2 come together. Today the elder (more mature?) male cousin (forget the rmived bit) Arthur and his great wife Valma took me to beaches South East of Geelong. Yesterday was rainy and big waves in that area as I saw some from the bus. Today calm waters except surfer beaches, blue skies and sea

A good lunch in Anglesey, nobody spoke Welsh though, and we walked, one of us barefoot, on soft sand patterned with cuttle fish shells, delicate pink fronds possibly a soft coral and real sponge. Too small for bath use and sad I can't take any back.

 Even found a ball washed up but sadly no Labrador to throw it for.

We ended up at a viewpoint near a vast phallic totem, not Aboriginal - Sorry it was a lighthouse, a delicous mango smoothie for me at the tiny tea shop at its base then back to Geelong. You have to see beaches like this to believe them and you don't need to go to Queensland. Knockout.

They dropped me back in the city and I'd just finished phoning home whilst trying to find a place of alcoholic refreshment when a text arrived saying the other cousin (less mature?) Steve and his lovely wife Helen were sitting outside a restaurant 2 minutes away. When I joined them I joked they were a day early to give me lift to my place and then found they had booked into the same hotel as me and were staying the night ready to ferry me to their place tomorrow saving me a luggage (and beer bottle) toting via Southern Cross. Impossible to put into words what I feel about today.