We needed a long run on the bikes, so a run to Warrnambool was on the cards – just the right distance for an overnighter. Set forth and took the lovely road through Dean to Ballarat where we stopped for a coffee. Temperature was rising into the 30s and Ballarat is such a pigs arse to get through. Then down to Rokewood to visit Wilbur, who was lying in the shade and declining to accept visitors.
Onto Cressy and Camperdown, for a cold drink and lunch, before tracking through Cobden to Port Campbell. This road is quite bad – the surface is OK but there’s been a lot of sink-age, a legacy of the drought followed by heavy rain, perhaps. Had a drink overlooking the beach then fanged into Warrnambool.
Arrived at Warrnambool about 5pm to find that the whole town was booked out due to several sporting events, a 3-day speedway event and a major conference on breast feeding! But one of the motel receptionists knew someone who ran an occasional B&B and pretty soon we had a bed for the night. Had tea at the pub and a wander around, before returning to the B&B and watching “Chocalat” which we hadn’t seen before. Julliette Binoche is a bit of orright.
Sunday dawned hot, so we didn’t explore any backroads, just headed home with the occasional stop for fuel and drinks, and lunch in Ballarat. It was hot.
I wandered over the road to view the recently erected statue of one of Ballarat’s favourite sons, Major General “Pompey” Elliot.