A Long and Winding Road

Green Cape Lighthouse  If you had asked me what Eden was well known for, I'd have probably told you - the last pull out point on mainland Australia for Sydney Hobart yachts in trouble.  I have learned so much more!! A chilly start to the day I woke to a fairly chilly morning - there was frost on the grassy areas that I could see from my bedroom window and quite a coating of frost on the roof of my car.   Eden Harbour Having enjoyed the delights of a modicum of comfort with the facilities exceeding my limited expectations, and with a day easily filled in Eden, I decided a second night was a real possibility if the cabin was not otherwise booked and they would match the price I'd paid upon booking.  Luck was in on both counts, and I was offered the cabin for half the normal price.   Pimella on the headland walk The lovely lady on reception then told me about all the things to do in Eden that I knew nothing about - lots of possibilities for yet another da...

Dawn light from my campsite I woke soon after dawn and decided that ablutions were in order.  As no other campers were up and about, I heated water and managed a mandi bath using half a billy of water.  Feeling much better for it, I relaxed over coffee and breakfast before packing up my camp.   I chatted briefly with a small group of guys camped nearby - comparing notes on possums and rubbish bags and I remarked that I had noticed a wetsuit - yes, one had been snorkelling the previous day, at Mimosa Rocks, and he reported the visibility to be 30-40 metres and he had heard the whales - the water, to mix my metaphores, looked like a millpond of gin and I was most tempted.   From the lookout  - my entry spot After doing the short walk along to Mimosa Rocks and reading the interpretation signs about the vegetation and indigenous history, I returned, determined to snorkel. Getting into the wetsuit borrowed from Janet was easier this time, I think I may have...

The approach to Billy's Beach I woke reasonably early at Mystery Bay campsite and contemplated an early morning swim, but decided against it.  Having learned that I don't really want to live with myself if the day gets warm and I haven't showered for more than 24 hours, I headed to the cold water shower, intending to discretely shower while wearing a modicum of clothing to preserve my modesty. The shower was not working, and deciding that the only occupied campsite was extremely quiet, I abandoned some of the clothing and made do with quick ablutions under the tap - with discretion. Hot coffee is really good after cold early morning ablutions. Rock formations on Billy's Beach Caretaker came as I was consuming my second pot of coffee (I believe in some luxuries when camping) and I was finally able to pay. He was a chatty fellow, with a few suggestions of good places to visit or stay further south. The caretaker also provided directions to get to the end of the campground...