First night...

End of day 1

After an awesome lunch in Lorne, we had some decisions to make. Do we continue with the original plan and follow the ocean road, or head inland. Decisions are always easier to make walking along a beach, so off came the shoes, and I started paddling. The water was cold, but the sun was starting to fight through the cloud and our combined love of the water meant the decision wasn't  that tough - wed stick to the original plan, and if we were struggling to make the distance we could always change our destination! No one was relying on us to get anywhere, and the freedom of the road should overrule any time constraints. Decision made, we were once again on our way. Not for long though, as we reached a lighthouse Doug had visited before. After a short wander round the rocks and some quiet reflection watching the waves crash onto the rocks we dragged ourselves reluctantly back to the car. We worked our way up the great ocean road, stopping frequently to drink in the beauty even managing on 1 stop to gather some wood for the nighttime bonfire. Reaching warnambool, we stocked up our supplies and made some impromptu left right road choices to explore a bit more of it. As sights came into view, I sat and took photos out window with no consideration to what it might look like until some young kids we passed started scrambling back to their hires, drug deal clearly interrupted by the stupidtourist catching them on film! By this point, the sun was starting to get low in the sky, and we pushed on with all possible speed, (and some legally not possible) towards mt gambier. With 30km still to go, and the sun dropped under the horizon - we found a new home for the night. Dartmoor was a tiny place, with little old ladies sat at the front door watching what little traffic came through, but the campsite was free, and with only 2 occupants wasn't a problem to find a pitch. It was dinner time, and not just for us - as we pitched the tent and unrolled the swag we became gourmet finger food for the hordes of mosquitoes. Clearly they were upset with us because of the genocide evidenced on the front of the wagon. They left us alone once we got a fire going, scared by the smoke from slightly damp wood, or just because they'd stuffed themselves full already. With a few beers, a cracking fire and a crystal clear sky, it was the perfect end to the first day.
day 2
Morning crept up on us, in the very inconsiderate way it has a tendency of having. We were surrounded by birds tweeting away, something Doug experiences every morning on the tram to work, just a different type of tweeting! As we packed up, the mosquitoes started breakfast - a luxury we couldn't afford due to having some mileage to make up. We reached mt gambier and were able to send a little time checking out the sinkhole, and the blue lake, which rather surprisingly was actually blue, rather than the grey everyone says it should be this time of year.  Heading off, we've got a lot of Km's to cover if we want to stop to watch the rugby tonight!