Lorne is a coastal town about 2 ½ hours west of Melbourne – it can be reached by driving along The Great Ocean Road.This is a wonderful, if rather car sickness educing, road that was build in the 1930’s to provide work during the great depression.I think its purpose was to provide work for people, rather than “stimulus” for the economy, which leads me to believe that at least somebody in government at that time still understood that people lie at the heart of any country, rather than banks or interest rates.(Although I have the privilege of being able to say that from a rather more secure position than some, so I may be being over critical).
Now, before some people log off, suspecting they have stumbled across the blog of some flag waving revolutionary I need to get back to Lorne!
Lorne lies in the centre of a bay, with a long sandy beach with consistent surf, flanked by two rocky arms.Its prime holiday real estate, which means it’s crowded as all hell in the summer.Winter is much better, but you can feel the schizophrenia of place that has a very high and a very low season in the year. This weekend was a public holiday, so for once the place was somewhere between being overcrowded and being deserted.
We walked on the beach, explored the rocks, eat unseasonal ice cream, sea fresh fish and chips and in the forest behind the coast we watched platypus swim and dive with a silver wake.
On a different note there is also something that looks like one of the world’s great spelling mistakes – but its not!