A delighful day: leaving Cowes and its 1km avenue of early 20C cypress trees (Van Morrison avenue?); Rhyll and Ventura and; other place names full of imagination behind, we head off Phillip Island. Not before spotting wallabies by the dozen – in a park and used to people so very photogenic. Hopefully vehicles stay on the Grand Prix circuit else they’ll be in the sea.
Which we’d be if the wind over the bridge had been in the opposite direction. Today we had a lovely tail wind to enjoy as we tootled along some rail-trails. Wonthaggi disappointed – here’s me thinking it was named by a homesick Scot; it’s the Aborigine name. Coffee was great though, so not all bad.
Fish Creek is misnamed as the made butter here. Granny Cashin creek is open to interpretation. The former is a fun wee stop on the segment of the wonderful Great Southern Rail Trail. A 130 km line dating from 1892 until closing in 1994. “It was important for the settlement and development of the area, particularly through providing transport to Melbourne for the coal, timber and dairy industries.”
The bulk of today was on well surfaced ex railway lines and cycle tracks which encourages use. Great.
Travelling reflections 