20190107 – Monday – Australasian Garden, Royal Botanic Gardens Cranbourne

20190107 – Monday – Australian  Garden. Royal Botanic Gardens, Cranbourne 

Helen said that she would like to take me to see the Australian Garden at the Cranbourne Royal botanic Gardens, and I agreed willingly.  It sounded wonderful.

I sat in the lounge and chatted with my darling grandson Alex until Helen was ready and then we  drove in her car towards Cranbourne.

It feels very strange to me to have someone driving me places.

I realised that I almost never drive in someone else’s car.

It is rather pleasant not having to think about “where I am going,” but just “go.”

 We found the gardens and then drove right up to the gate of the Australian garden which is away from the main gate area where the big cafe and the main buildings are.

It was quite a long walk into the Australian garden up to a small cafe where there was shade and we both ordered coffee and sat down at a small table to drink it.

Then we walked to a shady spot in the garden where I sat and made myself comfortable with phone and ipad for company, while Helen went for a long, long walk.

After a while I packed myself up and walked back to the cafe and had a coffee and then a milkshake (no flavourings) and had settled myself again to work, when Helen arrived back from her walk,

I asked her why she had come back so soon, and she said, “Soon? I’ve walked for an hour?” I was surprised because she seemed only to have been gone a few minutes.

We walked back to the car and Helen said that I had walked a long way and that my health must have improved since last time I was at her place.

And, yes, I can walk so much further without any puffing and huffing, and the pain in my knees is so much less.

Since I have been travelling I have worked out a pattern of eating that works for me on the road.

I go to a Woolworth’s store, buy just fruit and vegetables and then some cooked meat or fish.

I put it ll in a green Woolworth’s bag and hang it from the roof of the trailer.

When it is lunch time, I unpack the bag of all it’s “goodies” and just eat from each kind of food until I have sampled them all.

Ie. I eat a carrot, then I will eat a tomato, half an avocado, some spinach leaves, a small cucumber, and so on until I have eaten something from every kind of food in my bag. Then I eat some of the meat and some of my fruit and nuts,  and that is my meal.

Then I put it all back in the bag and hang it back in the roof of the trailer if I am travelling or store it somewhere cool in Helen’s house.

I don’t need to use up space in her fridge. The food from that one shop will last me three days, just eating and then I start the whole process over again. I shop and put all in my green bag.

I never have to throw any food away, and I do not eat anything else so I am properly on my diet all the time.

It also means that Helen doesn’t have to cook for me, and sleeping out in my trailer means that she doesn’t have to disrupt her life for me.

It means that we can enjoy each other’s company without all the normal disruptions that happens when you “move in” with someone and they have to make a bed up for you and all the attendant work and disruption that happens when someone comes to stay simply doesn’t happen.

It also means I have got somewhere quiet to go if I need a break and my own translators if I need to do something or go somewhere by myself.

I LOVE my trailer.