The reason for the Brick's fame is, apparently, not well known.
The Brick suffers from one or more severe allergies and is unable to eat any food other than dry kibble. If the Brick consumes anything else his skin goes bright pink (which, no doubt, distresses the Brick but is not why he is called Brick) but more disturbingly, the Brick will commence to break wind with alarming frequency producing an odour so foul that even experienced veterinarians cannot withstand the onslaught NOR explain the biochemical processes that are the cause (which, no doubt, distresses the veterinarians).
Backtracking a little, the Prop and Mrs P made their way back to Tathra to take breakfast at the Tathra Wharf only to find that this fine1860 structure is undergoing a comprehensive heritage restoration.
After breakfast we made for Pambula to check out a seaside caravan park but the weather was so dreary we had to leave.
Arriving at Eden just before noon we took a quick stroll down Imlay Street (the main street in town)
The Australasia Hotel has been recently refurbished to a very high (but slightly gaudy) standard so the Prop decided to have a glass of on-tap alcoholic Ginger Beer. Mrs P settled for a non-alcoholic Lemonade.
On the same block stands the Great Southern Hotel - a more traditional Federation era pub.
Speaking of physiotherapy, it seems no that the citizens of Eden may be very health- conscious. Also in Imlay Street is the SALT Body Boutique which offers a stunning array of therapies like "cosmeceutical facials", "body packages" and "eyelash lifts" (the latter sounds like it may be a procedure used to awaken somnolent bureaucrats)
It is also pretty clear that the locals enjoy living on the coast so much that even in death they prefer the smell of fresh salt air.
Bermagui has its Blue Pool (as the Prop now well remembers) but Eden has a Pink Pool - well, it would be a pool if it was full of water instead of sand!
Perfick!
Up betimes on 26 May 2023 to attend to some matters of personal administration (i e., laundry).
The Prop also had the opportunity to check the state of the nylon cable ties which retain the Tadpole's spare tyre. Perfick!
Then, a liesurely walk around Lake Curalo on the Allan Gibson Boardwalk.
Not sure who Allan Gibson was but he obviously did enough to have a very extensive boardwalk named for or after him.
Not as evil as Ben Boyd I hope (see below).
Well done Allan!
Eden is a prime location for spotting whales as they seasonally migrate north and south. However, the Prop is unconvinced that this association fully justifies the local Association Football Club calling themselves the "Isuzu Lite Killer Whales"! Determination on the pitch is one thing but homicide is a horse of a very different colour!
In the afternoon we drove to the Beowa National Park (formerly Ben Boyd National Park). The execrable Mr Boyd built a tower which he hoped to use as a "private" lighthouse but he never got permission so involved himself in the slave trade instead - before going bankrupt!
Perfick!
