Thursday: With the morning dawning stiller and more tranquil than normal we hastened to the beach. After selecting a preferred parking place among the collection of no other vehicles, we walked the final 20m to set up on an empty beach, with glassy waves. A pleasant local appeared and nearly spoilt things by mentioning the cricket, before offering to take our picture, finding out a little of our life history and our travel intentions. I may have mentioned England Ladies' victory yesterday, securing their Ashes series as he was just going out of earshot. We did some serious boogie boarding and as we tired, the reliable seabreeze onshore wind turned up and everything flattened to chop.
Friday: Time to move on again. Down The Princes Highway into the area known as the Eurobodalla Coast. The number of creeks with actual water in them increased, as did the number of steel framed bridges spanning the various rivers and inlets. After coffee at Batemans Bay, we took a walk in the botanic gardens at Mogo. Then we rumbled on to Bodalla for lunch in a converted dairy and a wander around the quaint shops and a nice gallery with paintings by Stuart Whitelaw. At Narooma Beach we admired the craggy coastline beyond. As we climbed away from the sea, the countryside became rolling hills, with the 'mountains' of The Great Dividing Range closer. A detour to Tilba yielded more even quainter olde worlde businesses, nestled into the Alpinesque foothills. The final push to Brogo got us to our very comfortable converted tack shed accommodation under Mumbulla Mountain by late afternoon.
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