We left Port Fairy just as the sun was rising, giving it a magical luminosity. We passed through Kirkstall before flying through Hawkesdale, and then down to Simpson. I thought our ol’ friends the Simpsons might make an appearance there, but there was no sign of them.
Spirit of Running
Cathy led the pace along the south coast, and we all tried to keep up. Her spirits seemed to be lifting as she sped along at a brisk pace. We stopped for tea at a hotel called Fawlty Towers in Torquay. It reminded me of the hotel we stayed in during our time on the wonderful island of Tasmania.
The owner, who introduced himself as Mr. Fawlty, the most popular comedy character ever according to Channel Four in the UK.
He seemed quite proud of himself then, but it didn’t last long, as I asked for a werewolf salad, and he didn’t seem to know how to make one. I told him it was similar to a Waldorf salad, and he seemed to work it out then.
We enjoyed the south coast snack.
Geelong is GGood for a Sing-Song
We headed north-east then to Geelong, which reminded me of Green and me when we are together, because our initials are a sort of long gee: a GG.
We found a nice tavern on Corio Bay, which was so nice Bonzo exclaimed cor.
Angry Bonzo got up on stage for their first performance in a while, and the rest of us had a nice time listening to their fine tunes.
They wrote one song inspired by my recent werewolf poem, and the chorus went something like this:
Be Wary of Berries but not Wereies
Aware of bees?
Bears or berries?
No, be a were.