We decided to give the twelve Apostles our full attention on the way home as time was passing.
Despite this, on reaching Lavers Hill we took the wrong road that curved high into the deeply forested hills with magnificent tree ferns and giant myrtle beeches, and necessitating a steep descent to Apollo Bay through the misty twilight.
The house we stayed in with Genevieve and the dogs was pleasant and comfortable so it didn’t matter that rain set in for the afternoon of our first full day there. At least the dogs got their walk on the beach in the morning. Here they are ready to go!
There are several interesting modern houses in Apollo Bay using concrete, and timber that looks recycled, in a fascinating manner I will remember them with fondness as modern houses in this local area do not appeal to me at all.
We bought delicious ice creams in milo and apricot flavours before setting off, a little sadly for home. This time we took the low road but there was still forests lining the road for some of the journey. We stopped at Maits Rest and mmarvelled at giant mountain ash and a slender myrtle beech tree, perhaps generated in fire, that would one day grow into a giant.
Further along we stopped at the Twelve Apostles as planned, parking across the road in big bus and car park, next to helicopter pad, walked through the visitors’ centre down the path to the underpass, then across to the viewing platforms. We did not go down the steps to the beach as many did.
When we last saw them there was no infrastructure. We must have parked near the cliffs, and there were still twelve Apostles!
Back home in Koroit I was happy to see the moon through the bedroom window.
A worrying finish to the day came with the news that Genevieve had not fared so well on her journey home. She was involved in an accident that wrote off her car! Thank God she was not hurt nor were the dogs; and fortunately she is insured so was able to pick up a rental car in Ballarat, to be swapped next day for a longer term rental in Bendigo. The fact she was all right is the positive thought I finish this story on. And I am grateful for another safe journey not far from home, but nonetheless fascinating.