Kekka
17-03-2008, 11:35 PM
Now this is an innocent question for those that may have dirty minds..LOL
I've just booked another holiday (Tasmania, again) and was thinking back to a place I stayed in 2002 as I work out my itinerary for later in the year. Goodness it was great place...
There's a really cool property called Hawley House at Hawley Beach (it's a B&B and a vineyard on the north coast of Tassie). I'd seen it on TV some time earlier as they have a bath on the outside of the gabled roof that guests can use. I had a couple of very wild evenings there over dinner made/served by a really flamboyant chef in 2002. I was staying there with a girlfriend, we'd dress for dinner and meet in the drawing room for pre-dinner drinks from 6pm. There was a piano, I think there was a harp also. We met the other guests......There was a toffy father and son (the son was a slightyly pretentious young lad who'd been educated to taste wine since he was two - he could merely smell something and rattle off the characteristics, so refined/educated was his palate at the ripe old age of 18). There was a young fella (28 or so) travelling with an elderly man (the young guy said the old guy was his boss....didn't look like that to me!! :D) A very dorky British helicopter pilot (55) rounded off the group, his name was Barney and boy did he look like a 'Barney' LOL. As we chatted well in the drawing room, we all decided to sit together at dinner. As it was a vineyard the bottles of wine were only $15 at the time. It was gorgeous sitting in the restaurant, the walls had artwork that were the original designs for their bottle labels, it had red velvet curtains, gold candlesticks and was quite homey. The conversation was very animated and diverse - great belly laughs etc. We all got positively smashed that first night over a four course meal. On returning to my room I fell asleep across my bed on top of the doona in full makeup, outfit, heels and jewellery. :hehe: Heavens I was thirsty when I woke up! (Barney told us at breakfast in the dining room that the other guys merely assumed that my girlfriend and I were 'together'. LOL Each to their own, but we weren't a couple.) We had a very similar evening the next night before leaving for home.
During that visit I also had a bath on the roof top one afternoon (it was August and boy was it cold). I had togs on and was accompanied up to the bath by the bastard resident cockatoo, Alfred (it was his perch 3 flights of stairs up). I took food up with me in a backpack to get him off my case. He'd walk around the rim of the bath, come close to my face and S-Q-U-A-W-K and raise his wings in a defensive manner. It wasn't as relaxing as I'd hoped it'd be!! My girlfriend roamed the grounds below getting photos from a distance. She kindly pointed out that one of the German Shepherd dogs had something in its mouth....I had a perfect view of the dog gnawing on the rotting carcass of a possum...gross! :eww:
PS - Guess who got a bad cold and had to have over a week off work?? I have been told that one day, a couple of years ago, 50yr old Alfred merely flew away. Can't say I'm unhappy about that!! LMAO
Sorry for the loads of text!
I've just booked another holiday (Tasmania, again) and was thinking back to a place I stayed in 2002 as I work out my itinerary for later in the year. Goodness it was great place...
There's a really cool property called Hawley House at Hawley Beach (it's a B&B and a vineyard on the north coast of Tassie). I'd seen it on TV some time earlier as they have a bath on the outside of the gabled roof that guests can use. I had a couple of very wild evenings there over dinner made/served by a really flamboyant chef in 2002. I was staying there with a girlfriend, we'd dress for dinner and meet in the drawing room for pre-dinner drinks from 6pm. There was a piano, I think there was a harp also. We met the other guests......There was a toffy father and son (the son was a slightyly pretentious young lad who'd been educated to taste wine since he was two - he could merely smell something and rattle off the characteristics, so refined/educated was his palate at the ripe old age of 18). There was a young fella (28 or so) travelling with an elderly man (the young guy said the old guy was his boss....didn't look like that to me!! :D) A very dorky British helicopter pilot (55) rounded off the group, his name was Barney and boy did he look like a 'Barney' LOL. As we chatted well in the drawing room, we all decided to sit together at dinner. As it was a vineyard the bottles of wine were only $15 at the time. It was gorgeous sitting in the restaurant, the walls had artwork that were the original designs for their bottle labels, it had red velvet curtains, gold candlesticks and was quite homey. The conversation was very animated and diverse - great belly laughs etc. We all got positively smashed that first night over a four course meal. On returning to my room I fell asleep across my bed on top of the doona in full makeup, outfit, heels and jewellery. :hehe: Heavens I was thirsty when I woke up! (Barney told us at breakfast in the dining room that the other guys merely assumed that my girlfriend and I were 'together'. LOL Each to their own, but we weren't a couple.) We had a very similar evening the next night before leaving for home.
During that visit I also had a bath on the roof top one afternoon (it was August and boy was it cold). I had togs on and was accompanied up to the bath by the bastard resident cockatoo, Alfred (it was his perch 3 flights of stairs up). I took food up with me in a backpack to get him off my case. He'd walk around the rim of the bath, come close to my face and S-Q-U-A-W-K and raise his wings in a defensive manner. It wasn't as relaxing as I'd hoped it'd be!! My girlfriend roamed the grounds below getting photos from a distance. She kindly pointed out that one of the German Shepherd dogs had something in its mouth....I had a perfect view of the dog gnawing on the rotting carcass of a possum...gross! :eww:
PS - Guess who got a bad cold and had to have over a week off work?? I have been told that one day, a couple of years ago, 50yr old Alfred merely flew away. Can't say I'm unhappy about that!! LMAO
Sorry for the loads of text!