Far below the engaging rock, the waves crash onto a sandy beach in a perfect cove.
A grassed area stands watch, just out of reach of the clawing tide. Now that’s a campsite!
But the track doesn’t seem to want to co-operate and I spend a long time riding back and forth across the fields looking for a way down.
On one level, it’s frustrating. But I have to admit that I like a challenge. And I get even more frustrated when someone tells me that the challenge is not worth the effort, that I should just take a shortcut or compromise on the result. But I’m an idealist and a dreamer. Compromise does not come easily to me, and this is a big part of the reason why I am travelling solo.
However, eventually, I do concede defeat. The unmarked paddocks are almost devoid of landmarks, but I leave my bike by a clump of bushes and proceed on foot.
Eventually I find a workable path and return to the bush, for the bike. On the way down I pass a man and a woman driving out. We exchange waves and their reciprocity makes my day. It’s the little things.
The access is gnarly and the exit is going to be a nightmare. But that’s a problem for another day. Today, we enjoy the bay.