I left Geelong early, keen to allow as much time as possible for my first look at the east coast of the Bellarine Peninsula.
I stopped at Drysdale, a small town, but very busy with traffic and, surprisingly, three large supermarkets, to take photos of the old buildings you find in most Victorian country towns.
Winding my way through road works and pretty green countryside, I arrived at Portarlington.

What is it about piers? I have to walk to the end of every one I come across. The sun came out for me and sparkled on the water. So relaxing.

It’s a pleasant shopping centre, with the old Grand Hotel dominating the main street.
Something I didn’t know is that, as in Geelong, there is now a ferry service from Melbourne across the bay to Portarlington. I’m thinking what a great idea it would be to catch a train into Docklands, catch the ferry to Portarlington, and book a place at the holiday park on the beach for a few days R&R, then do the return trip the same way. I’d wait till the weather improves (we’ve been hit with an early winter) and the present dramas recede. Walking, reading, late afternoon drinkies. Can’t wait.
I could have hung around here for hours; such a nice place, looking out over the water but I had to get going, needing to be home by night.
I cut through from Portarlington to Point Lonsdale township, still quite busy with tourists, and along to the historic lighthouse. It stands on a headland overlooking ‘the rip’, a stretch of water considered one of the ten most treacherous navigable passages in the world, and the only seaborne approach to Melbourne.

It was built in 1902, replacing the original wooden one from 1863. Surrounding its base is an octagonal, two-storey signal station and observation room.
Although the light was automated in 1999, the signal station continues to be staffed 24 hours a day, controlling the movements of commercial shipping through Port Phillips Heads.



The Point Lonsdale Lighthouse precinct also contains military structures, built during the First and Second World Wars for the defence of Port Phillip and its major cities of Melbourne and Geelong.
It was very quiet on the beach; not even a dog to be seen.
I love this. Not sure if it’s readable here but I’ve put it in in case.
What is it about piers? I have to walk to the end of every one I come across.
Yes, I do too. There’s something about beating the sea and walking out over the waves.
Your trip reminds me of the the attempt we made to walk the Pembrokeshire Coastal Path. It started so well (see https://bakerbalham.wordpress.com/2017/03/28/three-women-two-men-and-ruby-the-dog/. ) But … all good intentions die of apathy.
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Thanks, Richard. I reckon you did well. I definitely wouldn’t have made it that far on foot,
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How great to read about your travels now that we can’t travel! I so love lighthouses. Thanks. xo
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Thanks, Darlene.
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Some beautiful Victorian architecture
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As always, great photos, Coral. Your words make historic places and geography seem more personal and intimate. Many people walk by or drive through and take it all for granted. There’s a house at the end of the street (I’m in London at my sisters in Lewisham) that’s 470 years old but nobody blinks an eyelid.
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Hi, Dom. Great to hear from you. Thanks for the feedback. I do try. Spring in London? Soo jealous.
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Yes, Spring with social distancing.
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Must be extremely difficult in crowded London.
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