Still windy this morning, strong enough to make walking in the open unpleasant, and loud enough to start wearing away at the nerves. After breakfast we ventured across the lakes on the footbridge to see if the dunes were more sheltered — and nearly lost our hats in the process! Out on the water there was nothing to slow the wind!

Ninety miles of beach, no shelter. Nothing to do but grit the teeth, squint the eyes, and walk as far as perseverance demanded!

Deciding over coffee that there must be somewhere in Victoria sheltered from the wind we headed inland, towards Buchan, to the caves and underground! It turned out to be a brilliant choice, away from the tourism of the coast and away from the wind, Buchan seemed almost deserted with only the sign posts pointing along the valley to the national park.


Lakes Entrance, Buchan