WARNING: don't read if you are not prepared to feel envious!
Hawley House at Point Sorrel was a grand old lady with a multitiude of pets running around her skirts: peacocks, possums, horses, dogs and a curious set of animal statues.
From our vantage point in the house on the hill, we sipped wine from the outdoor spa overlooking Port Sorrel inlet and Bass Strait. The water was a gentle aqua blue; tender, enticing water. Launz cooked his arse off: salmon, rasberry and apple cobbler, lamb kebabs, scallops, mascapone icecream. Scrumptious beyond belief.
And we critiqued our arses off - between trips to Reliquaire and the chocolate factory.
It was, in short, heaven.
ooh I forgot the banna fritters and home made chocolate sauce.
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mdep) wrote,
ecstatic
