Today we climbed a mountain. Actually we didn’t. Trevor and grandson Owen climbed Mount Pigeon House, so called because it’s got a flat bit on the top that looks like a pigeon coop. Pat and Glenda and I climbed up a good deal of the way, then went back down to the bottom to wait. There, a pair of goannas (a big lizard shaped a bit like a crocodile, but harmless) were posing for photographs (see pic above). There is a public loo there as well, employing a method of sanitation called the “long drop”. I could describe this more fully but this is probably not the place.

Mount Pigeon House is reached via a long, long dirt road, which, being dry, is very dusty. In some stretches the depth of dust on the track made driving a bit like driving through snow. Naturally cars kick up a great deal of dust and any car following has to keep a respectful distance. This didn’t trouble us going there, but coming back we were behind a car, and at one point visibility was such that we had to stop and wait for the dust to clear. Naturally, some fool in an SUV roared past us and kicked up a huge dust storm, so we had to wait even longer. What an arse.

Time was getting on and we hadn’t had any lunch, so we went to Ulladulla for a bite to eat. This is a lovely little fishing town, (see pic) with a perfect harbour, with kiddies’ playground and various little eateries.

This really has been a good week; this is a beautiful part of the world and the folks who live here really are very lucky.

Tomorrow, we are going to Canberra airport for a short flight to Sydney, for the next part of our adventure