Once a year
on our 9-hour coastal journey south
we stop off for breakfast
at Narooma’s Quarterdeck Marina
home of fabulous retro kitsch
and the breakfasts of intrepid travellers
and,
if a sudden gust blows in,
fried-egg antimacassars
😀
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Awesome photos. Looks like a terrific spot! 😀
Thanks, Nancy. It’s quirky and welcoming 🙂
Fabulous photos. Love the retro stuff (grew up having dinner on a kitchen table just like those ones). I thought about getting my dogs some lifesaving jackets – haha – but decided against it (one of my dogs is scared of the water, would you believe it).
Thanks, Gabe. Perhaps your dog is secretly a cat 😉
We had all that retro stuff when I was a kid, too. Those orange kitchen chairs loom large (and daggy) in the memory, as do the Tupperware pepperpots – too funny
Lovely photos, sure looks like a festive place 🙂
Thanks, Cin. It’s a welcome, entertaining break in a long drive 🙂
What an absolutely brilliant series of photos!
Thanks, Graham 🙂 Hope you’re getting some sleep with the new bub in the house
Lovely, welcoming place 🙂
It is, Tilly 🙂
The kind of place so perfect for breakfast,
Smell of the fresh ocean are great 🙂
It is a breath of fresh air, Jake 🙂
Love the sequence of photos…makes me want to drive along the coast. 🙂
Thanks, Charles. Would love to see your poetic and photographic perspectives if you do.
how lovely. I had a holiday in Narooma once
We head further south to the Croajingolong National Park on the Victorian coast – it’s wild and beautiful
how on earth did I miss this before – love this post…oh yes I do.
A bit of nostalgia from the home country for you, Jo 🙂
Love the retro cafe. It’s so colourful. You couldn’t help but feel jolly being in such a place. The little dog with his lifejacket on is adorable. Your photos are always such a treat!
Thanks, Selma – that little dog was quite indignant that his owners had gone off to have breakfast while he was left to keep guard, as it were. There’s always entertainment there in one form or another. Last year, one of my husband’s fried eggs was blown clean off his plate when a sudden violent wind gust blew through those large windows. We couldn’t see where it had disappeared to at first but then I spied it hanging, just like an antimacassar (hence, the comment), over the back of the empty chair at our table. As you can imagine much hilarity ensued but, unfortunately, I didn’t get around to taking a photo before the waitress (exclaiming, “That’s a first!”) whipped it off the chair and dispatched of it.
Wonderful view for breakfast!
It’s such a lovely, place, Viviene – with lots human, bird (and, sometimes, dog) activity out on the water 🙂 Thanks for your comment
nice there!
It is, Frizztext 🙂