So today it has been up to 43 degrees. I drove from Port Fairy (a very pretty town), down the Great Ocean Road to Lorne, where I now am. Thank heavens for car air conditioning. Despite the fact that I have been on the coast and that the next landfall you would make from here would be Antarctica, even the wind is hot. Looking at all the lovely trees and fretting about fire.

Stopped at several viewpoints, along with increasing numbers of tourists, a lot of them Chinese. Watched with pity whilst a lad who obviously wasn’t familiar with petrol pumps as we know them got increasingly frustrated by the machine’s reluctance to either take his credit card or disgorge petrol.

These are the views. I counted eight of the twelve apostles but a sign said that there were 12, it was just that they weren’t necessarily all in front of the viewing platform.

After this bit with the crumbly cliffs, the road goes through temperate rain forest and round the edge of the cliffs – rather reminding me of Highway 1 in California. Although, being on the cliff side this time, rather than the sheer drop side, I could spend microseconds longer looking at the view.

Now in a grand Victorian (the date, not the state) hotel with fab view of the sea. The guy who kindly carried my suitcase up (on the 2nd floor, no lift) cheerfully told me that the dawn will be great out of my windows at 5.30 am! Still on the main road though. Am beginning to suspect I booked these hotels without sufficient thought.