Darby Beach, Wilsons Promontory
The Southernmost point of mainland Australia gets all of the weather extremes. This morning's trip to Wilsons Prom saw 65km/hr gusts.
After having a picnic breakfast, my partner and I took the short walk, following the wallaby and wombat tracks, to Darby Beach. We had the beach all to ourselves as the waves crashed against the rocks and the winds swirled. The Darby River tracks to the ocean and I was going to try to cross it to get to the rock pools on the far right of the beach, however it was flowing too fast and I feared being swept out to sea, so instead, I followed the river inland somewhat, watching as ominous clouds swept towards us.
As we were leaving, a family with toboggans were arriving, intending on playing on the sand dunes but they would have had a wet one, as the rain came cascading down as we were driving back to our accomodation in Fish Creek.
The Southernmost point of mainland Australia gets all of the weather extremes. This morning's trip to Wilsons Prom saw 65km/hr gusts.
After having a picnic breakfast, my partner and I took the short walk, following the wallaby and wombat tracks, to Darby Beach. We had the beach all to ourselves as the waves crashed against the rocks and the winds swirled. The Darby River tracks to the ocean and I was going to try to cross it to get to the rock pools on the far right of the beach, however it was flowing too fast and I feared being swept out to sea, so instead, I followed the river inland somewhat, watching as ominous clouds swept towards us.
As we were leaving, a family with toboggans were arriving, intending on playing on the sand dunes but they would have had a wet one, as the rain came cascading down as we were driving back to our accomodation in Fish Creek.
The Southernmost point of mainland Australia gets all of the weather extremes. This morning's trip to Wilsons Prom saw 65km/hr gusts.
After having a picnic breakfast, my partner and I took the short walk, following the wallaby and wombat tracks, to Darby Beach. We had the beach all to ourselves as the waves crashed against the rocks and the winds swirled. The Darby River tracks to the ocean and I was going to try to cross it to get to the rock pools on the far right of the beach, however it was flowing too fast and I feared being swept out to sea, so instead, I followed the river inland somewhat, watching as ominous clouds swept towards us.
As we were leaving, a family with toboggans were arriving, intending on playing on the sand dunes but they would have had a wet one, as the rain came cascading down as we were driving back to our accomodation in Fish Creek.