Having our breakfast after having left the campsite seems to be the norm, I’d like to say it’s to admire the views and have breakfast in more impressive surroundings, but it’s really because we don’t manage to get up on time. Today, it was at Arthurs Seat, named after the “Scottish mountain” in Edinburgh, which is a good indication whoever wrote the sign hasn’t seen the original. The Australian one does have an actual seat on it though, so that’s one over the original.
It’s been a good while since we were in a city, having bypassed Sydney on the way down, Brisbane was the last urban stop, and that was when we were still heading north. So with the roads getting busier, and too many lanes to choose from, there was the feeling that maybe after all this rural living we weren’t cut out for city life, or it could just be that Friday afternoon roads aren’t the best way to appreciate a city! We’ll find out in a couple of weeks when we return to Melbourne sans campervan.