Strolling around at Lake St Clair

The day started out with blue skies and although a chilly wind picked up during the day, the sky remained blue with some streaky clouds.

The 5km ride out to the Lake was easy - I spotted a little wallaby hunched up in a spot of sunlight - I could totally relate to how it was feeling.

On arrival at the Lake, I signed in with my Visitors Pass and headed to the café for coffee and an apple danish…  very nice.

Then off for the walk.  I followed the Indigenous route first, which led through button grass and swampy lands…  then it climbed up a little to overlook a swift running creek. 

I managed to track down a Crescent honeyeater that was peeping away as well as plenty of Brown Thornbills.  The black currawongs were holding a parliamentary session, shouting and carrying on as all politicians do…  the Yellow wattlebirds put their 2bobs worth in,  but otherwise I didn't see any other birds.  I was really hoping to see Pink Robins, but nothing. 

I followed the path out the lake at Platypus Point.  Wow, the wind had really came up now and was so cold and fierce…  the lake's surface was cut up with white caps right across its surface.  No ferry ride for me today! 

And no platypus either - they were rather cleverly just hiding away in their burrows. 

It was an easy walk - about 5km - through huge old trees, new ones trying to get their years up and around the skeletons of the trees destroyed in the fierce bushfires of 1965.  I cut back to the centre from Fergy's Paddock along a not-often-used path, not the one I was looking for, but all good. 

Collected my key to the backpacker room and checked out the very nice hot shower, even tho I could have ridden over to it and earned another km or 2 for my tally!    Must find that head lamp before I go to bed tonight!

All in all, a really lovely day - just footling along, not in any rush - checking the flowers, berries, birds and hoping to see something different! 

But tomorrow back to pedalling - Hennie and me are going to be doing some bush bashing maybe - depending on the weather and dirt road -  to Tarraleah!

And I managed to catch a photo of a quoll - see next blog!!