Back to Lakes Entrance

A curious rain has settled here, mist with rain so fine it evaporated off your clothes straight away. Caught the first bus to lakes Entrance and took a bit more time to look around than I had yesterday. It is a working fishing port with fish and shellfish sold from the dockside.

But Lakes Entrance is a typical bucket and spade resort as far as shops go. I walked over the long bridge to the spit of land on the other side of the harbour and down to the sea. This is 90 mile beach and though I cannot vouch for its measurement, it disappeared into the haze and over the horizon. The sand is beautiful, the sort small children dream of, but so fine walking is hard work.
Lots of birds today with the Australian Robin, a bt like an English sparrow with very vivid red breast, pelicans, black swans, what I believe are Ibis, white with a long curved beak for rummaging along the shallows and cormorants drying their wings.

But the mist and the heat turned the air into a Turkish bath and I realised that my clothes were now wet despite the rain having stopped some time before through sweat. So next bus back, a shower and then I found the washing machine so I have a load of several days dirty stuff going round in it now. This is being typed in the garden with anther glass of this wonderful Redbank Emily sparkling wine.

When I found there were 55 restaurants in Bairnsdale I did not quite understand 1 word - restaurant. Last night was at least better than the revious one with an enormous platter of fish, calimari, large prawns and scallops - but all in batter. One more go - shame the best restaurant does not open on Mondays.