Biddies, Best Seats and Beach

Well let loose on our own and on the other side of the world. The prospect of another day in the Jervis Bay area with the weather, once again, glorious was very appealing.

When out on the bay the other day we had noticed a beach called Callala. We decided to drive along the coast and explore.

Callala Beach was o.k., but not a patch on  Hyams Beach, so we returned to our own, sunbathed and generally chilled out listening to the waves breaking and recounting how the trip had gone so far.

We had decided to go into Huskisson that evening and have a meal and visit a picture house we had seen. The term Picture House is an apt description. The word Cinema does not do this place justice



We turned up a little early and surprised the proprietors, who while the early showing was playing, were tucking into a pizza. " Do we have to book tickets ? " we enquired, " Oh no" they replied, " if there's more than 179 people we would be full ", " plenty of seats available for the 2nd house."

Dressed in their uniforms they certainly looked the part.  This was small town Australia at its best, friendly, quaint and exciting.

The film showing was the " The Best Marigold Hotel ", it proved to be a perfect film for the locals.
The start time was 7.45pm and we gathered outside at 7.30pm, with a fair smattering of the cinema going population. A mixed age group, but my eye was caught by a group of ladies, of mature years, taking loudly with a good Australian twang.

We entered the auditorium, which was spotless and had that feel of coming back to an old friend. We settled down and as the movie began, the ladies, who were seated by this time directly behind us, started to chat ...." ooh that Judy Dench is looking old.......that Bill Nighy looks a bit crook...etc etc. This running commentary throughout the film enhanced the experience no end. If you've seen the film you'll know what I mean. Pure magic and a big thank you to the owners of this terrific picture house.

We finished off our night in the local RSL, an Australian version of an English working mens club, but more refined and regimented. Rules were to be obeyed and no messing about, or you were out. Perfect end to a great night of interaction with the natives.

Tomorrow the return to Sydney....what a beautiful part of the world Jervis Bay is , we were so pleased to have visited it.