SATURDAY 7 JUNE TATHRA
In the morning, I drove up to the top shops, for the papers. The steep walk up the hill, which I’d done a few times during the week, just seemed a bit too challenging today.
John went off to bowls.
I read the papers, and walked along the cycle path to the inlet and back. Along the way, I was pondering the makeup of Tathra’s population – to what extent it was a holiday and retirement place for farmers from further inland, whether it was a bit of a dormitory village for workers from Bega and Merimbula, how many of its older inhabitants had come from further afield to settle here by the sea?
Cooked a roast chicken dinner in the electric frypan.
One of the nicest aspects about staying here was the background noise of the ocean.