I’m an alien from Venus Bay


We’re back in Melbourne for a rainy Tuesday but it was spectacular down at Venus Bay over the weekend. Cool mornings and rain overnight but warm days with light breezes. Really just perfect.

I like Venus Bay – it’s unpretentious but still manages to have a coffee shop that can dish up a babychino with marshmallows on demand. It’s near enough to Fish Creek and the Flying Cow Cafe which I have always had a soft spot for. It’s close enough to drive to wild Walkerville to play in the rock pools and on a quiet weekend in October there was barely anyone on any of the beaches. We paddled our feet in the freezing water and collected tiny shells while Amelia ran up and down the sand finding the tiny waves both exciting and terrifying. Big-P discovered a new passion for heavily engineered sand castles that defied the incoming tide and we ate ice-creams with sandy, bare feet in the main street.

We’re going back for a week in January and I can’t wait. I am already imagining the feeling of sand underfoot in the shower and the smell of sunscreen permeating everything. Watermelon and cool drinks on the deck, board games in the evenings and an esky on the beach. It’s just the thing to keep me going through the next couple of busy months.