Day 332 - Sunday 26 November - Last of the Victorian Breweries

Day 332
Sunday 26 November –

 Frankston – Braeside – Carrum Downs

The rain made its self known throughout the night giving everything a good soaking. It brought with the clouds and socked in feeling. I was happy to stay put for as long as I could manage and read. I eventually dragged myself from the sheets at 9am and got stuck into breakfast.
After we finished all our bits, we jumped in the car and drove to Frankston to pick up a few things from Coles. The centre was quite busy and also quite wet, but we eventually managed to find an undercover park and grab what we needed before heading home.
We hung out in the van for a while, keeping ourselves entertained with our books before we got stuck into lunch and thinking about our afternoon brewery exploits. We tidied ourselves up, grabbed what we needed and then made our way to Boatrocker Brewery in Braeside.
The drive took us about 20min and into yet another industrial area. Thankfully it wasn’t overly busy and we were able to monopolise the bar staff to collect information about the place and for Paul to try the beers they had.
Once Paul was all done, we made our way to Carrum Downs and the Dainton Family Brewery. After finding somewhere to park, Paul rang Ballsy to find out Up how he faired at the Wanneroo Show with his ciders. He didn’t pick up any awards, but let us know Jaden did alright.
We then made our way into the brewery, which was quite busy compared to Boatrocker. We were welcomed by Harley who was only too happy to run Paul through the story of the brewery and then began the tasting of what would eventually be 20 beers.
In between tasting and reviewing, we were shown through the brewery and then we sat outside with three young ones who  were happy to hear about our story and talk all things beer and basketball. It turned into a longer than expected afternoon, but a great one to finish off our Melbourne extravaganza.
We made the short  trip home, glad the blue sky had returned. Once in, I got started on dinner, while Paul loaded our things in the car and then loaded the car on the trailer. We ate dinner and then I insisted on an evening walk, as our opportunity for exercise had been somewhat limited today.
It was a slow amble around the streets, but enjoyable none the less and by the time we were home, I was feeling a little better about the lazy day.
Paul settled in for bed, but I was still wide awake, so I watched an episode of Offspring and wrote up the blog for the day. I did eventually make it to bed, reading for a while before thinking I should also get some sleep knowing we had a big day ahead with our move to Ararat. Can’t believe we are really making the trek home.