When you’re rapidly approaching 80 years of age, there are not many activities left that you can take part in safely. No more skydiving or mountain climbing, no more white-water rafting or marathons; a walk around the block is about as much as your tired old body can handle.
Happily, one of the most enjoyable activities is still attainable – going out for lunch!
The sun was shining yesterday so we went out for lunch to the Basin Café at the Cataract Gorge. We didn’t tell anyone in case they wanted to join us and we didn’t want to make a party of it. Anyway, it’s easier to get a table for two even if you haven’t booked.
The Cataract Gorge is Launceston’s treasured jewel. It’s just a few minutes from the city, and has, thankfully, been preserved from the developers who want to cash in on its potential. You can swim there, in the river or a pool, there’s a chairlift and walking tracks, a couple of cafes and peacocks strutting around.
The Basin Café on the southern side of the Gorge is a favourite place for Sunday lunch. Everyone was wearing their mask and the staff were not uncomfortable about reminding people about the new regulations. There were a couple of family groups and it seems this is a favourite place for celebrations. Marilyn likes to make up stories about the groups, identifying the daughter who organises it and the grand-dad who is paying for everyone. There is always a reluctant attendee and a black-sheep cousin who wants to make sure his legacy is secure.
Marilyn ordered scrambled eggs with feta cheese and I had seafood chowder. The bill was not ridiculous and we returned home very satisfied.
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