It dawns as a beautiful day, no cloud or haze, no wind, just great for riding. I’m paying for washing the bike in Echuca. Bad cold and every thing that goes with it. Back to the Twelve Apostles, followed by the Arch, London Bridge, Loch Ard Gorge and the Grotto until I am sick and tired of getting on and off the bike. The bike and trailer appear to be the major attraction at almost every stop with questions asked, and photos being taken before we can move on.
We head on through to two of my favourite spots, the Bay of Martyrs and the Bay of Islands at Peterborough then head to Warrnambool for lunch and look around. By now the head winds have resumed so we head for Portland for the night. Now we have stayed in a lot of caravan parks in our time but the one we stayed in in Portland was a beauty. It is a small tidy park with kerb and channel bitumen roads, located right in the centre of town, in the middle of the block almost impossible to see from the road as there are houses and businesses fronting the streets. Terrific amenities including fully equipped camp kitchen, plates, and cutlery etc, and shower blocks complete with heaters. Not only that, it is right next door to a great little bistro/restaurant that has a great mien host and chef. As if that wasn’t enough, mien host John, is into red wines and blending his own port so I had to sample some and seek a few of his secrets.