Day 94
Saturday
1 April 2017
Mornington Peninsula - (Camps 8 VIC #108)
Everyone loves a lazy Saturday. The patter of raindrops woke us at 8, we read
before Paul braved the morning while I stayed put until 9. Ahh. It was cold and
miserable outside when I arose to face it. Paul was back from his shower before
I had really got going.
After my shower, I joined Paul for breakfast and sorted
myself out before thinking about how to tackle the day. We checked on the food
store and opted to head to Woolies before anything else. We grabbed our needed
groceries and then returned them to the van. I made up lunch, we packed the car
once again and then made our way back to Portsea, however this time we checked
out the other side of the peninsula, that facing Bass Strait.
It was wild and woolly out there today, the wind howling and
the waves thumping. The Spirit of Tasmania ship was just beginning to make its
way across. I was thankful it wasn’t us making the trek, I don’t think it would
have been rather pleasant. The ship soon disappeared behind the sheets of rain
heading in our direction.
We moved from the Portsea Surf Beach to the London Bridge
viewing area a short distance away. We waited in the car for the rain to
subside and then braved the elements again to check out the rock
formation. In this car park there was also a launch for hang gliders. We stood on
the fake lawn to look out from the launch site. You couldn’t fly today, the
wind would have you flipped on your back in no time.
We took a road that meandered through the centre of the peninsula
before making a right to drive down to Pearces Beach. There was no view from
the car, so we had to walk the sand path to the overhanging cliff. You could
see the recent sandstone falls, with large boulders laying in piles on the
beach, it didn’t leave me feeling all that confident about walking some of the
sections, but we did. The wind hadn’t
abated, but the rain had eased and at times it was quite warm walking along the
track. At this beach, there was also a “bridge” rock formation to admire.
We returned to the car and drove across the peninsula to
Blairgowrie, where we found a foreshore park bench to stop and eat our lunch
at. The water in the bay was far calmer and it was a lovely spot to stop and
enjoy the view and the friendly magpies after a feed.
We walked the bay foreshore after lunch, checking out more
of the brightly coloured bathing boxes and just enjoying the sun for a bit. We
watched a young pacific seagull bring in a crab to torture, attempting to rip
its legs off and devour them, with some degree of success.
We returned to the van and I changed before we made our way
back to Mornington Peninsula Brewery for Paul to enjoy more of their beers. The
place was really busy and smelled delicious, as the wood fired pizza oven was
cranking out plenty of food. We sat upstairs where we could watch the goings
on. Paul managed to scam another free pint, so he was happy.
We timed our departure just as a party bus pulled up with 40
loud and pissy patrons. Phew. I drove us home, arriving just as the Spirit of
Tasmania ship was cruising through the bay, a much easier run than that of this
morning.
The weather was much drier now and was somewhat bluer, it
was quite pleasant just hanging around in the van as life went on around us.
No comments:
Post a Comment