After brief discussion the evening before it was decided that today we would attempt to mountain bike to whisky bay. No need for sports pychologist motivational techniques in this instance with the word whisky in the destination for a pair of Highlanders!
After that we made our way to the appropriately named "Picnic Beach" and listened intently to "Squeaky Beach" (who named these places?).
On return to the campsite we had a look at the notice board out of pure curiosity and cqme across this notice. It did cross my mind that Australia may now have a new species swimming its coast ....the lesser spotted grinning barracuda.
Then our campsite neighbour Theo originally from Holland decided to have a blether. Theo's story was fascinating. His father had been with the resistance, was captured and ended up in a German labour camp during the war. Having survived this although very ill and fearing the super powers toying with the atom bomb he paid his familys way to Australia in the early 1950's to get as far away as possible from the nuclear threat. Theo's father obtained his residency on the basis of being a carpenter (he made coffins in the labour camp) rather than divulge his original occupation as a chemical analyst which was not in demand at the time. Theo also told us of his mothers great intuition when she instinctively knew one day soldiers were at her door and hid behind it, yet she also knew the very day her husband was outside the door returning from the labour camp and opened it. Theo and his family have been visiting this campsite for well over thirty years and will no doubt continue to do so.
Our last trek was to the peninsula of "Tidal Bay" before packing up and heading home to Melbourne with some spectacular rolling farmland lit up by the evening sun......
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