Australia Adventures pt 2: Driving the Great Ocean Road

From Melbourne we rented the most hideous coloured car I have ever seen to travel along the Great Ocean Road. Sometimes I find the names certain places are given to tend to overegg the reality, but in this case I did feel it was most apt. The ocean, the rocky structures it has created and the length of the road itself, are indeed very great.img_3737-1.jpg

We stopped for lunch on Bells Beach, which is apparently a famous spot for surfers so I was very disappointed not to see anyone performing this perplexing activity in front of me. The Dancer and Runner had prepared some sandwiches which I would have partaken in but I managed to make myself quite a feast from the flies which appeared as we settled down and were rather bothering them. I think they rather appreciated my quick tongue getting to work so efficiently!

Beaching About

Exploring a new terrain by the coast

I have just returned from a little sojourn near where the Professor spent his final few months. I stayed with his daughter (the Artist) and her husband (the Gardener) and enjoyed a few restful days away from Ty and my new London friends.

Talking with Sheep

I mainly took the opportunity to relax in their lovely home and wander through their extensive grounds. I did try to interact with the animals they have in their care but cats and frogs are not natural companions, I found the chickens a little too simple and the sheep were frankly just rude. Here you can see them turning their backs as I tried to engage in discussion. I do need to encourage the Gardener to include a pond so I can assist with the education of the next generation of frogs in that part of the world.

img_2949.jpgWe had one interesting day trip, to the seaside, it was my first experience of a beach and I am still in two minds as to the merit of the whole thing. As the water is full of salt I was not going to risk a swim as I felt it may have an adverse reaction on my constitution. However there were some pleasant grass areas that held some merit and I was intrigued but the tidal forces.



The Artist and I took a stroll (while the Gardener snoozed) along the shore to a pier which was full of holiday makers ‘crabbing’. I wasn’t entirely sure of the purpose of this, they didn’t seem to be befriending these creatures just holding as many of them as they could in very small buckets. I must remember to question the Artist on this further next time we converse.


I did encounter some very interesting people based at the end of the pier whose job it is to go out in boats and help anyone who has gotten themselves into mischief out in the water. I thought this was a very nobble endeavour and was happy to pose for a fun photo in their waterproof outfits.



On our return journey we stopped at a local hostelry for some gaseous pond water. I was also introduced to a new delicacy, battered whitebait, which I am told is quite common to these types of establishment. I must admit to being sceptical at first, as fish are normally not in a frogs dietary repertoire, but I was assured of their small size, more like a worm or large grasshopper, so I was persuaded to try and I must say I was very taken. If you haven’t had the opportunity to try them yet I would highly recommend you seek them out.