I came through here last year and stopped for the first time and that was to catch up with Val and I thought to myself then that if I had the chance I would come here again and stop to explore. I arrived yesterday and this morning I headed out to stroll along the ever changing coast line. This morning was also blowing a gale, apparently the winter is trying to come back, a last final hurrah before spring is here to stay. The wind was cold and it was not long before my specs were covered in salt spray from the crashing waves. Lovely to watch.

I tried to capture the waves crashing into the harbour entrance but to no avail. Crossing the sand was giving my ankle quite the workout and it began to complain slightly but as I stepped back on solid ground all was well.

Between the beaches there are steep headlands which give you commanding views of the coast. At one point I got an escort from a Bush Turkey before he took off into the undergrowth.

It’s a pretty part of the world, however the local old population world drive me utterly insane with the level of their driving skills. They are so slow, hesitatant and they can not park in a car space perpendicular, most of the time there not even between the lines and to make matters worse some bastard took a chip out of my rear offside door and looking at the damage they have opened their door with no due care and consideration…. BASTARDS!!!!!

Forster : where people come to wither and die!!!