Today was another treat day, the excuse this time being that Dad turns sixty in a couple of months. Even though we’d seen the Twelve Apostles the night before we returned for another look, this time from the comfort of a helicopter seat! This stretch of eroding sandstone cliffs epitomises the beauty of the Great Ocean Road, and from above is surely the way to appreciate them. Our ride took us first to London Bridge, a sandstone arch that collapsed 20 years ago leaving two unlucky people stranded on the newly formed island. They were especially unlucky as they were married, just not to each other… The fly by of the apostles finished off our wee tour, and with an erosion rate of 2cm a year, we’re lucky there’s still so many standing.
With that excitement over, it was back to the van to continue on, passing some more impressive formations such as the Bay of Martyrs, hardly mentioned, but just as beautiful. We ended up in Portland, not really to see the place, as it doesn’t boast much more than an Aluminium smelter, but was civilization, and spared Dad my cooking for a meal out.