The rumour was true - the best hot chips I have had for many months.
Back to Corny Point, we took off down the dirt track to the lighthouse and amazing rugged coastline.
The kids were getting restless, wanting to get into the water and go swimming. There was nowhere nearby suitable, so we ventured down to Gleeson’s Landing, only to discover later on that I should have turned right and not left if we wanted a sandy beach. By this time, the restlessness was turning into grumpiness, and the kids weren’t overly happy either, so we decided to go back to the surf area next to the Caravan Park. Which we could have walked to if we hadn’t chosen to drive around the peninsula for the last 3 hours.
The boys surfed, Kayla buried herself in the sand and I watched a group of seals out beyond the breakers.
After tea, we joined the remaining families and went for a final walk down the beach, snapping some photos and reminiscing.
Tomorrow we leave, which is timely considering the forecast for rain from midnight tonight and generally horrible weather.
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