Day 285 – 13th February, Saturday. Port Campbell. Happy Birthday Mum!

Today was a tourist day (which is unusual for us)... we started out beating the hoards of campervans to see the Twelve Apostles, which used to be called ‘The sow and piglets’, but the powers-that-be decided ‘The Twelve Apostles’ was much more dignified. They are basically naturally occurring piles of rocks in the water as a result of thousands of years of headland erosion by the sea. They have a sort of interesting history but more fascinating is how the aboriginals lived amongst them on the surrounding land.
Next we visited the ‘Blowhole’ and the ‘Thunder-cave’ both of which were better than the Twelve Apostles, but all still very windy and quite cold. The south coast is definitely considerably cooler than the east. We continued on to the point where the Sherbrooke River spills into the sea (sheltered from the sea winds) and sat in the sun contemplating our future back in the UK – it seems we are getting too close to coming home now and need to slowly ease ourselves back into reality... i.e. find somewhere to live, jobs to do and vehicles to drive. (Yawn yawn.)
So almost as if our thinking of home had driven us to it, we drew a line under the tourist activity, pulled into Port Campbell slightly further along the coast, bought fish and chips and cold beer and sent emails to various letting agents.