The Australian Grand Prix was run today at Tooradin and was won by Mr John Osborne, driving a Ferrari. 

The track was about three miles in length. A long straight with the pits in the middle led with a slight sinuosity to a left hand turn of wide radius but 180 degrees in extent enclosing a sheet of water; this was called the Lake Bend. Next came Haystack Corner, a right-hand turn of about 120 degrees, fairly sharp, and this led to the Safety Pin, a sharp left-hand hairpin with rather a blind turn on top of a little mound...

Peter Holmes to Commander Towers: "Would you care to come down to Falmouth for a couple of nights sir? We've got a spare bedroom. We've been spending most of our time at the sailing club" 

On Saturday morning Peter Holmes rode down to Falmouth Station on his push-bike.

She [Moira Davidson] was a slightly built girl with straight blonde hair and a white face, the daughter of a grazier with a small property at a place called Harkaway near Berwick.

They walked on up the hill, and now a panorama started to unfold behind them, a wide view over the flat plain to the sea at Port Philip Bay ten miles away. They went on, riding on the flats and walking on the steeper parts, for half an hour. Gradually they entered a country of gracious farms on undulating hilly slopes, a place where well kept paddocks were interspersed with coppices and many trees. He [ Dwight Towers] said, "You're mighty lucky to have a home in the country like this."

He [Dwight Towers] stopped and stood in the road, looking around him at the smiling countryside, the wide, unfettered views. "I don't know that I ever saw a place that was more beautiful," he said.

They drove on to Warburton and took the long, winding road up through the forests to the heights. They emerged a couple of hours later on the high ground of Matlock; here there was snow upon the road and on the wooded mountains all around; the world looked cold and bleak.

Moira and Dwight go to dinner and out dancing on their second date:

"There was no traffic in the wide streets but for trams, and people swarmed all over the road. At the corner of Swanston and Collins Streets an Italian was playing a very large and garish accordion, and playing it very well indeed. Around him, people were dancing to it. As they passed the Regal Cinema..."

As is the case on Port Phillip Bay, the wind blew up very quickly. 

They bathed off the end of the jetty and sat smoking in the warm evening sun, sheltered from the offshore wind by the cliff behind them.

The American looked at the blue water, the red cliffs, the moored boats rocking on the water. "This is quite a place you've got here," he said reflectively. "For its size it;s as nice a little club as any I've seen."

They dropped down into a valley to the little town of Woods Point and then up over another watershed. From there a twenty-mile run through the undulating, pleasant valley of the Goulburn brought them to the Jamieson Hotel just before dusk.

The American found the hotel to be a straggling collection of somewhat tumbledown single-storey wooden buildings, some of which dated from the earliest settlement of the state.  

They [Peter and Mary Holmes] had been married in 1961 six months before the war. before he sailed in the HMAS Anzac for what they thought would be indefinite separation. The short, bewildering war had followed, the war of which no history had been written or ever would be written now, that had flared all round the northern hemisphere and had died away with the last seismic record of explosion on the thirty-seventh day. At the end of the third month he had returned to Williamstown...

The nuclear fuel required for USS Scorpion was not available in Australia at the time of her arrival, but it could be prepared. She proved to be the only naval vessel in Australian waters with an y worthwhile radius of action, so she was sailed to Williamstown, the naval dockyard of Melbourne, being the nearest port to the headquarters of the Navy Department