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Sunday, Father's day. Jack and Will were terribly excited about John's present of a surfboard rug. The two of them seemed to spend half the morning leaping around on it pretending to surf and to swim.

Then out for a walk to make the most of the warm sunny weather, wonderful after yesterday's greyness. Half of Lorne beach seems to be washed away, the old timber groynes are fully exposed, covered in weed, and with planks missing. Previously I don't think I've even seen half of them, they've been completely covered by sand. Plenty of people on the beach, some even braving the chill of the water.

On around the rocks to the pier, a mass-migration of visitors all walking the same way from the beach to the rocks to the pier, then back around on the track above the beach. One of the two remaining fishing boats is gone, only the red one remains. I took a few photos of it and the crane, hopefully they'll turn out as well as my picture of the blue fishing boat — one of my all-time favourite pictures. (What a coincidence, it was taken almost exactly two years ago.)

Up to the Lorne pub for a beer on the balcony, surely one of the best placed beer gardens in Victoria. The sun was shining, people everywhere. I chuckled overhearing the conversation between some motorcyclists, one of whom had just paid $170 into the state's coffers for speeding. He was busy bragging to his mates how he'd really been doing about 170km/hr and on the wrong side of the road when he first saw the coppers, so hauling the bike down to the speed he was booked at made him some kind of hero. I'm sure the Lorne police would think so...