Kennett River...

The other week I took myself out of the People’s Republic of Moreland and ventured to The Coast. Being the pale skinned, sun allergic tragic that I am, this isn’t something that happens often. Or at all. But I was bored of watching hipsters drink coffee and eat watermelon, and some members of my family had stupidly put themselves within driving distance, so I set off to annoy them for a couple of days.
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Kennett River is about two and a half hours drive from my place. Unless someone decides they want to pull up a sizeable chunk of the Great Ocean Road in the guise of ‘roadworks’, in which case it takes about a week. Fortunately, I had brought pumpkin seeds and crisps, so I wouldn’t starve. It turned out that I wasn’t the only one who likes crisps.

Here’s something weird I’d like the answer to: what’s the deal with all the shapes in the rock on the beach at Kennett River? There were almost perfect circles, squares, triangles, hexagons* and rectangles. What is mother nature up to with these shapes? Does she have a geometrical bent? What does it all mean?? And what leaves these mysterious little trails in the sand? Tiny triffids?

While I was busy looking at Neptune’s Necklace seaweed (those strings of grapes that look like they’d be good foot massagers, but in reality are just slimy and cold), I nearly got stranded by the rising tide. Rude!

*I might have made that up.  

Fortunately there was no moon and little cloud so I was able to do some star gazing (makes a change from navel gazing, right?) and get this interesting shot of red trees under the stars. Initially I thought I was seeing some weird red cloud on the camera's display (it being small and jpg-y and me being blind and stupid) until I put my eyes in and all was revealed. 

Mysterious red trees under a starry sky