One of only a handful of sculpture gardens in the world are filled by a single artist, we found out as we chatted with Bruno about his art as we stopped in his Sculpture Garden again, this time to buy a copy of his book on our walk back from our visit to the shops of downtown Marysville.We went for a walk through trails along the Steavensons River as the sun came out to play. Kookaburras chattered in the trees overhead. A gentle breeze blew, but not enough to keep the small (harmless, just annoying) black flies off of our face and ears as we hiked.
Left-overs for an early dinner, then rough planning for our continued journey (depart towards the Great Ocean Road on Thursday), filled the rest of our day. It was so serene to look outside and see cockatoos, parrots, and lorakeets eating from the feeder in the front. Sun streaming in through all the windows, the fresh air all around us, we spent these past days relaxing, eating, drinking, relaxing, eating, drinking…
Aussie Word of the Day: ta = casual “thank you”
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