It’s so wonderful to be back here. When I was a little girl my family used to rent a house down here, a beautiful, old, weatherboard house on Smith Street. If I have time later on in the trip, I’d love to go back there and see if that house is still standing, this was a long time ago now after all. As kids, we used to take turns skating, like daredevils, down that – the mother of all hills in Lorne. A roller coaster, we used to call it. Looking back now, it’s amazing no one ever broke an arm, or worse. We were all fearless back then.
It’s crazy how much and how little has changed since back then. With a couple of additions here and there, all the buildings are more or less the same. The same old Lorne accommodation is still standing, but when my fiancé and I booked a room, I was delighted to see the facelift these giants of my childhood have undergone. Staying here, now, the rooms are lush, comfortable, spacious, everything a person could want from a weekend getaway.
It was a surprise, actually. My fiancé and I both used to holiday away as children, and so when he “kidnapped” me, he took me all the way back into my memories. It was all very romantic, and in the spirit of that, I’ve been able to force him into taking long walks with me on the beach and retracing my favourite bush-walks from the Sheoak picnic ground, re-stumbling across forgotten, hidden gems. During the nights, we’ve been soaking up the atmosphere of the pubs (to be fair, there are only really two) before escaping back to the warmth of this, in my opinion, the best of the Lorne hotels. The only potential downfall of this weekend is that – it’s only one weekend.
