Determined to stick to our plan to stay away from the beach, to avoid any of our extremities turning blue, we decided to visit Port Fairy. Port Fairy was just 20 minutes or so up the road and my wife thought my daughter would get really excited about visiting a place with “Fairy” in it’s name. She didn’t.
Port Fairy is one of the oldest seaports in the state. It had a pleasant main street and we had plenty options for hot food before we went in search of the sea. Having fed ourselves, we got back in the car and headed seawards, straight past the camels.
Then we parked up along the road out of Port Fairy. It was rugged, unspoilt, harsh and beautiful. Just take a look yourself…
Further up the road, the houses on Ocean Drive overlook these views. Nice! Prices start at around £375,000. Detached of course.
We had heard you could get a boat to a place called Griffiths Island. We were thinking it was a bit too cold for a boat ride, the car is so much warmer. But we were only in the car for a short distance when we saw somewhere to park that looked “pretty”. Turned out it had a path onto Griffiths Island.
Griffiths Island was a real treat. It had an absolute calmness about it. Eerie but with total serenity. How does that work?
I had heard it has a colony of short-tailed shearwater numbering several tens of thousands. This all meant absolutely nothing to me. But I wanted to see them anyway, even though I didn’t know what I was looking for. Let the search begin…..
As we left the island, two joggers were running onto it. I hate jogging but I thought, if I had to, then this would be the place to do it.