Grumphy; Little Town

We leave Sorrento and head out northeast along the Mornington Peninsula, toward the southern coast road and our route to Sydney via Jervis Bay.

Except that Sheila SatNav is off to a bad start. They seem to have built some new roads since she was last programmed and she doesn’t like it one bit. She doesn’t exactly raise her voice but you can tell she is getting exasperated and blaming us. It would be so much easier if she just said “I’m Sorry, I Haven’t a Clue” but she’s too stubborn.

Mind you, we aren’t complaining as we pass through some lovely places: seaside towns that we never expected to visit, including one that shouts the praises of the Dolphinfish or Lampuka and even features it on the town statue.

Plus the countryside advertises “Chooks” for sale, and suggests that we drop in at the “Cooliba Plant Nursery” - I’ve always wanted to camp under the shade of a Cooliba Tree. All the roads are dead straight and you can see the Black Snake Range in the distance. Trucks carrying oversize-loads pass us in the opposite direction, carrying things like water tanks. You know, important stuff, for they are still building this country.

What a great name for a town. It should be in a Rudyard Kipling Story

But Sheila isn’t impressed. She is just flummoxed. I think soon she is going to going to give up and announce that we have arrived at our destination, after taking us up some obscure back street called Mornington Crescent.