What a weekend! It's 7pm Sunday evening and I'm contemplating bed already, I've been surprised, shocked and excited for the best part of 2 days and with minimal sleep I'm ready for big zzzz's! Mornington Peninsula is a beautiful part of the world and having been taken to St Andrews beach on Friday evening for a romantic sunset marriage proposal makes it even more beautiful. Not being the most observant human being ever, I had absolutely no idea this was coming and therefore poor Bob got a rather mixed bag of emotions when he popped the question! I thought about tears then I kinda stared at the ring in disbelief and then started grinning like an idiot before leaping about and running up and down the beach screaming (thank goodness no one else was about but to be honest, I don't think that would've stopped me). A minor toe injury (the less said about that the better!) and lots of jumping up and down from both of us led to a swift departure in Jimmy back to the beach house for some pre-arranged celebratory Tasmanian champers, delicious! A perfect proposal, a perfect ring that fits, well, perfectly and a perfect man to be my husband (aw). I. Am. Happy : )
If you're sitting comfortably, I shall begin......
Friday was Bob's last day at work for LaTrobe Community Health and I believe he had a rather awesome send off with a lunchtime BBQ and garden cricket. Not bad at all! Picked him up from work and we headed straight for Mornington Peninsula which is about 90 mins southwest of Warragul. It's a wealthy part of Melbourne, renowed for golfing resorts, the hot springs pools and the wineries so we were looking forward to spoiling ourselves, well mainly Bob as this was meant to be for his birthday on Wednesday! He wanted to stay on St Andrews beach as he is, of course, a fan of St Andrews itself and so we had booked a beach house overlooking the links golf course. We arrived about 7pm to a lovely modern beach house with deck and upstairs balcony, with a rather strange layout of bedroom/bathroom but we'll not go into that!! (let's just say, there was lots of whistling) A rather hyperactive Bob leapt into action, announcing that the beach would be stunning at this time of the evening so we should go for a walk while the sun is setting. Right, okay, yep, no probs, I'm in. Now? Oh, no, Bob wants to have a shower right this minute. Not later? Nope, he feels a bit sticky. Fine, no probs I'll wait. So off we go to the beach with me dilly dallying around taking photos of this that and the other thing, whilst Bob is strolling ahead looking nonchalent and reflective. Me? Oblivous. Snap snapping away oh yes isn't this lovely. Anyway it's rather windy at this point so Bob has found a little sheltered area, almost like a little cave in the sand so he invites me to sit so I'm out of the wind. Oh thanks Bob, great, ah that's better I'm not chewing my hair now and I can see. Lovely waves, lovely sunset, yes love you too, mm hmmm. Me? Still oblivious as to what he is doing.....until.......he's down on one knee (well two actually but I'll let him off with it!) and producing a ring, asking me to marry him. Eh, what? (silence, stare stare stare) Seriously? (more silence, stare stare stare) Woo hoo! (grinning) Yes! (I'm out of my seat) Fantastic! And off I leap into the sunset, screaming like a lunatic with a big grin on my face. He is giving himself a 10 out of 10 for the romantic proposal, he's quite chuffed with himself and so he should be! So that's that, detail by detail! I'm going to be Mrs Barr! Still trying to get used to it, Mo Barr sounds like some dodgy character from Prisoner Cell Block H, you know, the one that people go to if they want to give somebody a doing!!! Maybe I should be Morag Fraser-Barr hehe
So, after lots of phoning then running out of credit on both our phones (rubbish!) we enjoyed the champagne and giggled lots. Fun and games. Next morning, I still had the ring on my finger, nope it wasn't a dream and so we giggled some more. BBQ breakfast then off we go for a look around the peninsula - Rye, Sorrento, Portsea - the weather isn't great but it's warm enough to go wandering. I buy 3 wedding magazines and a silver chain to wear my engagement ring on when I'm working (don't fancy getting 20 people's germs on it every day) - a clever idea from Bob himself! Awesome. A wee cappucino at the local cafe in Sorrento then off we trot to a couple of wineries, Ten Minutes by Tractor and T'Gallant, both marvellous. I decide to get a silly photo on the tractor reading my wedding magazine, quite ridiculous. In true cheesy style, we try the Romeo Shiraz and the Juliet Pinot grigio in the T'Gallant winery because we feel we have to! Unfortunately both were horrid, boo. Never mind, wine tasting is always fun and we bought a bottle of Pinot Gris to drink on Bob's birthday, hurrah.
Time is ticking on, so back to the beach house to get ready for dinner at the Sorrento Seafood Tavern. Seafood paella for Bob, Mussels for Mo and lots of wedding chat! Quite fun actually. A quick stroll along the beach (no proposals this time, boring) before the rain hits us and we make a dash for the car. Home for more fun phone calls, it really was awesome to hear all the responses from everyone, we had a few screams down the phone and some tears! Excellent. No one told us we were idiots which is always reassuring : )
This morning, Bob tee-d off at the St Andrews course at 9am and I headed off for some horseriding along the beach! Very VERY out of practice (could I remember how to trot? eh not sure) but decided to call my horse Bob just so that I could practice for married life in telling him what to do (only joking Bob!) There actually was a horse called Bob but I got to ride one called Scully, who looked a little bit sad and liked to munch on twigs quite a lot. On the trek, I got stuck behind the horse that liked to pass wind rather frequently (just my luck!!) so that made for some interesting aromas! Tried to canter along the beach but it turned into a cross between a fast trot and some skipping - neither Scully or myself could really fathom what the heck was going on - so we called it a day and had a wee splash in the water. At one point, I thought I was nearly going to fall off (that could've been quite embarrassing) but I held on for dear life and Scully decided to behave himself. As expected, got off the horse with rather sore thighs - no need for a Thighmaster when you've got a horsey I tell you. Ouch!
Picked a rather windswept and wind burned Bob up from the golf course, he seemed very happy with his round of 1 under par, excellent stuff! I got a ride and Bob got a 69 - boom boom (if you're a parent/grandparent/aunt/uncle or parent in law to be (delete as appropriate), please ignore that horrendous joke! oops)
Time to head home vis the Peninsula Hot Springs, a variety of 10 hot mineral spa pools with sauna, steam room and plunge pools to keep us busy. Bob was brave and jumped into the plunge pool after the sauna which he claimed made him feel quite good but I'm not sure his face was talking the same language! I got to my hips and felt it was time to get back out again - bad memories of ice baths!!
So that was the end of our amazing weekend! Unexpected, brilliant, fun, exciting. We are so happy. Thanks to everyone for their best wishes, it was so nice to chat to you all back home. We'll be coming back to Edinburgh for the wedding, no date as yet but of course will keep you all posted! Tune in next week for the next episode of the blog, lots of love from The Barrs (haha) xx
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