On Sunday we drove up the coast to Forster. The town is between the ocean and a large lake that has numerous oyster farms. Ruth enjoys oysters (not for me, though). The last trip was memorable for the wrong reasons as Ruth ended up buying two dozen large local oysters which she had for dinner. She woke up not long after getting to bed in a cold sweat and spent the rest of the night making regular visits to the smallest room in the cabin. The experience put her off oysters for a while but it doesn't stop her these days. The town has changed greatly since our last visit with high-rise buildings plastered inbetween the old single storey motels and cheaply constructed holiday houses from the 1950's. There is a town centre bypass now and even the main road through the shopping centre has been made into a one way tourist drag. Forster lies just north of Booti Booti National Park. Always loved that name. It comes from a local Aboriginal name meaning "plenty of honey". We visited the park first but didn't get very far as they were repairing the entrance road. So it was back to town to see if the fresh oyster outlet still existed on the edge of the lake. Thankfully it was still there and open for business. Ruth went in and bought a dozen tray and we already had the lemons. I just looked at them and at least they certainly appeared as though they had been in the lake a few hours before. Less than ten minutes later, Ruth came out of the little store with another tray as she said she didn't think Adrian and Daniel would have had more than one oyster each but they had a few... good excuse Ruth.
Me: James finished installing the baseboards upstairs today. I like!
Looks Great!!!
ReplyDeleteMartin - Ruth can have the oysters...don't like!