Pt Fairy

Even though Robe was just a delight, with the caravan park on a hill looking out at the ocean, it was pretty warm. And camping with not enough shade made me move on. I headed into Mount Gambier with full intentions of staying there, but after seeing the Blue lake at its bluest, I had a wander around in the car and then on foot. But it was too warm, and being inland I was soon on the road again.
I found Portland and a view of the harbour and beyond just magnificent.
Avisit to the Visitors centre had me driving out to Cape Breakwater. A big bay with softly rolling surf between tall hills reminded me of Esperance. I took the recommended road out to the blow holes, but it wasn't blowing!
So back for a sit with an ice cream at the bay and a suggestion of where to stay in Portland. It was one of those towns that, even though not big, it was easy to get lost. I even nearly cleaned up a few Victorians!
The caravan park at least had grass to camp on and the campers without power were stuffed down into a back corner.
There was even a koala in a tree. I actually heard them through the night scuttling along the fence. I had to remind myself I was in Australia and not Africa. (No Lions here!)
A thick sea mist rolled in late afternoon and everything was soon damp.
Someone somewhere had told me to have fish and chips here, because they were the best. Come to think of it, I think they said somewhere else! They were ok.
So with full intentions of going on to Port Campbell today, I have stopped in Pt Fairy. It is so pretty, with its old buildings and river that is lined with fishing boats. It's right on the ocean, so this is probably where I should have had the fish and chips.
Its a very old town by Australian standards and a lot of the buildings are stone and very impressive. Even the main street still looks old.
So I wonder if fish and chips two nights in a row is too much!
Tomrrow will depend on what those big clouds in the east end up doing.