The really weird thing about Melbourne is that there are no old people. None at all. Not one. I think they’ve all been rounded up and taken away. It’s a bit spooky walking about because you suspect that at any moment someone will spot you, and have you carted off. I’ve already nearly had my collar felt for banana smuggling, and now I may be in breach of Melbourne’s age laws.

Anyway, as of tomorrow I won’t have to worry because we’ll be off to Torquay (the one in Victoria, obviously) as we start to drive the Great Ocean Road. Everyone says that this is well worth the effort. After Torquay, Port Fairy, then inland and across country to Halls Gap, followed the next night by Ballarat, Then on to Albury (which I think is in NSW) and finally Canberra, where Glenda and Trevor will pick us up and take us to Bateman’s Bay. So eight nights, eight different beds, many miles of driving, and lots of things to see.

Will post when I can.

PS. The lift in our hotel is serviced by a company called Schindler. Schindler’s Lifts? Really?