SMITH'S BEACH.

Good name, she says,with tongue in cheek.

 On Sunday, being not as cold and quite sunny, we packed some lunch and headed off to Phillip Island.  Ate our lunch at San Remo, then over the bridge to the island.  We'd never been down to Smith's Beach, so that was our goal.  We parked in the parking area, then walked on down the board walk below.

The boardwalk down to the sands.

Looking right.

Looking left.

Along the beach we discovered lots of interesting things, which made me keep stopping to take photos.  I"d taken my small camera, as it easier to carry at times, but still takes a good photo.

Strange markings on these, reminding me of a heart on the right and a face with a gaping mouth on the left.

Different coloured rocks and stones in the shallows.

Slimy, velvety green seaweed covering a rock.

Looking out across the rocks to the breakers.

Now as I am having trouble with these photos having a mind of their own, I'll just put a few more on.

As we were leaving the beach we could here a not too far off rumbling.  Click!!!  The island's raceway must be in use today.  Off we went and were rewarded with some lovely classic cars, ie.  minis, mustangs, cortinas, triumphs, escorts and lots of others that hubby would know.  

Through the wire fence.

The galahs don't seem to mind the noise, as they didn't move, just kept on eating.

And one last photo with an "Anglia", which is the type of car my first ever boyfriend had.

OK, just a small post from the weekend just gone and hopefully my next one will behave as I add the photos.  It is again, quite a lovely day and hubby has been moving our letterbox from one side of the driveway to the other as it was very awkward near the caravan.  Hope the poor postie doesn't get too confused. (hee, hee).

Hope everyone is having a good week.

Take care,

Susan.