Yesterday we decided to go out for a bit. We have been a lot of places in our part of New South Wales but as we were going to visit a friend we decided to find a different beach, one near our friend’s part of town – for convenience of course!
So we arrived at Catherine Hill Bay – a lovely little piece of coast line, very picturesque indeed, but I am sad to say that the website I found it on (which shall remain nameless) had told a little untruth. The Village of Catherine Hill Bay is not at all like stepping back 100 years, 99.9% of the historic cottages had been modernised with clap board and aluminium windows – making it feel a bit like we had arrived in 1985, oh well, to the beach. Matt noted the presence of shark and jellyfish warnings on a sign by the stairs that lead to the beach. Gulp. This did not inspire confidence or the wish to swim. So a stroll down the beach it was, poking in rock pools and watching a very cool but slightly threatening pair of jelly fish make their wobbly way to the shore.
After a while being slightly crispy from sunshine and forgetting the sunblock we headed home via a few other really lovely spots where I could quite happily waste a lot of time. About twenty minutes into the trip Matt asks if I think we should stop for petrol and after a look at the fuel gauge we decided we should make it home o.k.
Not ten minutes later the car suddenly gave a cough and started to slow down… Yep, you guessed it completely out of gas. Luckily we had arrived at the top of a hill and still had enough motion up to get over the top and roll down the other side gathering enough speed to turn a left hand corner, dodge some traffic, take a right hand, roll down another small hill and come to a perfectly choreographed stop 60 metres from a petrol station!! Hahahaha absolutely brilliant – I haven’t laughed so hard in ages.. I love it when annoying, frustrating and potentially dangerous stuff turns into a really great story …
So to conclude i think I need a new fuel gauge 😛