I grew up and was raised in Marlo, a small housing area in Kilmaine in the south of Bangor, County Down, Northern Ireland. That is where I’m really from.
This year I have thought about my childhood a lot, probably too much. I liked some of it, but not all of it. I miss the actual street I grew up in – Marlo Drive but have no affinity to any of the other streets I lived after that – when I was 11 my parents moved me out of the area called Marlo. I found a photo online of a house in Marlo Drive – identical to the one I grew up in, and even with our green garage door on it.
…19 years later I returned to Marlo, a different one, on the south coast of Victoria, Australia. I didn’t even know there was a Marlo there 9and with the same spelling – no “w” on the end, as an English settlement spells it).
I long to be 7 years old again and maybe someday I can do that. I would change everything and live a much happier and healthier life than the one I live in now. But for this life, and this moment, all I could do was blank out the evil thoughts and reminisce childhood at Marlo.
Earlier on the road trip, when I was at Foster, in Gippsland, I had gotten a map to check out the start and end (or end and start) of the famous Ninety Mile Beach. That’s when I found out that one of my planned stops, at Ninety Mile Beach End would actually take me to a place called Marlo!
“Where the snowy meets the sea” it says on the way into the town on the “Marlo” entrance sign. As with Australian propaganda, a bit misleading that description. Something which only places such as Iceland and Antarctica can honestly use. Still it was worth a photo and suddenly I had reached the end point (an estuary) of 90 Mile Beach, and arrived in Marlo.
The inlet at the end of 90 mile beach.
Like I had done at the start, I wrote a sign for the end of 90 mile beach on the sand. There was no official sign.
Looking back to the inlet.
Another shot of Marlo Beach.
Path down and where I parked.
A Marlo seagull.
Amazing sunset at Marlo.
Another view of the sunset.
Weed Control Information board in Marlo.
The only shop open in Marlo. I was quite angry with this shop. I was prepared to buy something in there, maybe just a drink or a quick snack. BUT they had no prices on anything. When I’m in a place with no prices, instead of asking for the price, 100% of the time I walk out without buying anything. I wish everyone else would do the same. You can’t run a business without openly displaying prices. It’s their loss and I wish them to go bankrupt due to their tactic.
The local pub. The Marlo Hotel.
And a sign for it.
I had done sunset in Marlo and the next proposed stop was meant to be Malacoota, on the south east corner of Australia.
However I didn’t really want to drive all the way there just to see Malacoota in darkness, so once I had left Marlo, the decision was made to top up with petrol (which I did at Cann River) and find somewhere to park where I could sleep…
One last note – Marlo wasn’t on route, I had to take a detour of roughly 45 minutes in total to have the pleasure of visiting it.
Travelled from – Lakes Entrance
Travelled to – Marlo (the end of 90 mile beach)
Travelling to – Cann River
Kilometres Travelled – 449 kilometres
A WEE VIDEO FROM THE BEACH AT MARLO: