London Bridge Arch - Portsea
One thing that I’m still trying to check off our 'To Do List' is to camp out on the beach. Hell I don’t even need a tent, just to sleep on the beach in my sleeping bag would be good enough for me. Now you can blame that on various images posted on tumblr and TV shows such as New Girl.
Understandably the whole affair would be much more harsher than the photos would make out to be. First of all, you have to worry about high tides. The last thing I’d want is to be swept away whilst I’m sleeping and find myself whisked away into the middle of the ocean. Or on a minor scale, end up really cold and wet in the morning.
Our closest encounter was when we camped down the Great Ocean Road at Johanna’s beach. Although we had parked our car at the ‘camping ground’ - just a grassy area near the beach - the idea of camping on the sand did cross our mind. We were willing and even contemplated dragging all our things down the steps to the sand but it was there we realised that the tide would reach us during the night. I’ve been told of other campsites near the coastline where you can along though I haven’t had a chance to check them out yet.
As mentioned in previous entries, I came back from my overseas trip with a newfound excitement to do more with my free time. With my new mindset, I was insistent that I had to make of this beautiful weather before Summer slowly slipped away. I had told Peter about my plans to check out the London Bridge Arch down in Portsea, which seems aptly since we had both came back from the UK not too long ago. Some of the others were also planning to go to the beach down in Dromana in which Peter going with them since he couldn’t be bothered going an extra hour to get to Portsea. But with a bit of persuasion, he came along and I think in hindsight he’s much more grateful he did.
There was a haze permeating the beach against the blue skies and harsh Australian sunlight glistening against the hot sand. Making our way to the Arch, we set up camp - putting our backpacks on the closest rock - and set forth on a snapping frenzy. Although there were visitors popping by every so often, it felt like this little area was our own. As I made my way to the top and soaked in the panoramic views, it suddenly dawned on me:
Wouldn’t it be cool to literally camp on top of the Arch?
I know, I know. Wishful thinking on my behalf (as usual). Still how awesome would it be to wake up to the sunrise on top of a rocky arc.
Obviously idealised in my head, chances are we would have either plunged to our death from the howling winds and moving around in our sleeping bags or simply not slept at all.
I watched Peter take out his containers of oranges and sandwiches only to discover they were now soaking in water from the ice block kept in the same esky. He managed to retrieve the oranges but sadly the sandwiches were toast. Yep, I hope you’re proud of me John O’Neil, you punsome man you.
We made our way back into town and I decided that we needed to treat ourselves with something so decadent yet so tantalising with a wedge of lemon and a dusting of chicken salt. A trip to the beach wouldn’t make sense if you didn’t end up having some fish and chips.
There was one store that was packed with people so instead we opted for the more lonesome one which - strangely enough - sold Asian condiments and essentials. You could tell these were the real deal when even we knew the brands of soy sauce and what not since they were most likely in our kitchens at that very moment.
As I sit here on this gloomy winters evening, I begin to look back on this entry and question why it took me so long to finally complete it. But the more I think about it the more the idea seems to sink it. A lot of it comes down to general laziness and procrastination but there’s a part of me that can’t seem to let go. Many of us sit around counting the days till the days grow longer and the sense of fun and relaxation take over. Summer is the ideal we seem to strive for but it’s harsh realities can also make us seek the colder days of past.
And like the sun setting on that warm February evening, I think I’ve finally come to terms that summer really is over.