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The beach in winter.

William's first little holiday - three days at the beach.

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Drove down mid-morning on a perfect winter's day, sun shining, no wind.

Then, first things first: lunch at the Blairgowrie cafe where its sun-drenched north facing window overlooks the sparkling blue water of Port Phillip Bay.

William managed to fend off the many admiring glances with the jerky wave of a little clenched fist and slept on as we ate - 'big' toasted sandwiches on Flinders bread: chicken, avocado, cheese and mayonnaise; coffee, of course; and then, How about some of that sticky date pudding I see over there in the cake display case? It is served in a wedge practically the size of a sailing boat, toffee sauce sloshing over the edge and onto the plate like a giant frozen wave. Creme fraiche. Strawberry.

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In the evening, William kicked happily in his pram, refusing to go to sleep; while we enjoyed a rich beef stew with sweet potato and carrot (floured, seasoned beef sealed in oil; onions, sweet potato, carrot and garlic sweated in pot; add beef back to pot; add red wine and stock; cook. Serve with mashed potatoes and mushy peas all sprinkled with parsley.)

Sipping our wine, we figured William out: he's living in a different timezone. Maybe we should move there!

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