Sale - Frankston

We spent a couple of nights in Sale. Let’s be frank, it’s a nice place for a few hours but not much else is cooking. I took the opportunity to clean out the van, wash and repack, while Rod busied himself with the kids at the skate park and a Gem museum that was mildly diverting. 

The Van park was busy and there were plenty of people to talk too so the day went quickly.  On Sunday we considered going to the Baptist church but they were having a “picnic and cricket” service.  As much as we were up for a game of cricket, we felt we should try elsewhere. We ended up at the Salvation Army – small and folksy but very friendly.  Does anyone else remember those “cafébar” things that you self serve your tea, coffee or hot chocolate with?  They are these big grey things with the coffee/cholcolate dispenser and a hot water spout. I have not seen one since 1979, but the Salvation Army Corp at Sale has one still in use! The kids had a great time, Georgia ate most of the biscuits and Andrew played the electronic drum kit for ages. No one seemed to mind at all.

Our dilemma was how to get to Port Melbourne at 6.00am on Monday morning.  My vote was to stay at a Motel near the port and then rise at a sensible hour of 5:30pm and saunter down the road with the Van already packed and hitched the previous evening. Rod was feeling much more adventurous, suggesting that we remain in Sale and get up really, really early to pack and go.  In the end we compromised and after church drove to Frankston, which is about 50 mins drive from Port Melbourne, to spend one brief night.

We arrived mid-afternoon, so had the chance to see a bit of the Mornington Peninsula.  We ventured into the Frankston shoreline but were met with swarms of tourists – something we really have not had to deal with so far.  In the end we settled for a drive to Mount Eliza, a pizza and an early night.  Did manage to get a few nice pics of the bay in the late afternoon, very pretty.

 Our alarms were set for 4:30am.