Day 3, Saturday April 20^th   2013, Apollo Bay

Up early for another sunrise, the photography is fun, so too are the rock hopping and the bird watching. And there are seals out there.

It is a beautiful sunny day, we visit the tiny craft market on the town green then return for a lazy lunch and a good read in the warmth of the sun. A sign on the main street says: “It’s not a hangover, it’s wine flu”. Gosh, we must have the flu.

I can wait no longer, so I unfold the bike and take to the Great Ocean Trail that winds its way along the coast and right through our camp.

I return from my short ride to find that a game of croquet is underway, and we soon learn how to whack the ball around the lawn with a mallet, but not very well, it’s so much harder than it looks. Note to self: Must work on mallet accuracy.

The night is cold and windy so we drive down to the Fishermen’s Co-op for more fresh-caught fish and chips and we eat them in the car overlooking the harbour. We then join the crew for a spirited fireside drink.

2022 Note: Apollo Bay is blessed in its location in a way that I cannot best describe. Behind the town, there are sheltering rolling green hills that tumble down to the town. The main street shops and cafes overlook a long green stretch of parkland which is home to weekend markets. Beyond that and unseen behind a tiny dune is a perfect crescent of beach. I’ll never tire of visiting this beautiful town.