Storms and seaports

The wind was high when I woke but Amber was blissfully sleeping through the rattling and didn’t stir until almost 9am.  Then it was time to pack up and say our goodbyes to the Pyes and head inland.

Good idea too... the storm clouds were building and it looked like running away might be the best option. We did have time for a short walk and a few slides before we hit the road... then we stopped for a drink in Port Fairy too. This beautiful small town has 50 heritage listed buildings and a lovely little port. I had a similar reaction to it as I once had to Buderim and feel I might return one day! Perhaps it was the old church for sale, right on the highway, which would have made a ‘heavenly’ cafe!

We outran the storm all the way to the lake near Halls Gap where we would set up camp. We didn’t manage to avoid the wind, though and it was hard driving at times with the kayak shifting occasionally and grasses blowing across the road and getting stuck on the window screen.

We stopped at a deserted farming town for lunch. The only sign of life was the Phillipeno lady at the grocery store where we picked up a few supplies before eating cheese and crackers in the car (while it rained) and continuing on.

Lake Fyans is vast, and strewn with white water at the moment. No kayaking today, but the wind is drying the laundry well, and the screeching cockatoos are hanging on to gum trees with both talons.

Amber and I just borrowed raquets and hit a ball around the court (in deference to the comp going on in Melbourne), and soon will, fry up eggs and bacon for dinner!