I decided I wasn’t going to sleep under the possum’s toilet again, so we packed up and headed further north to Inverloch. We found a quiet camping ground on the foreshore with basic facilities. We felt like we had the place to ourselves, it was lovely.

We carefully placed the tent away from all trees, and put the tarp overtop in case there happened to be any projectile pooing possums here. It was about 40 degrees and damn hot.

I thought we would have a lovely sleep as it is such a quiet spot, but this was not to be. In the night a furnace hot wind picked up and the tarp started flapping with extreme noise. I made Mike get up and help me take it down. The tent was also flapping big time so we put out the guy ropes. Anyway to cut a long night short, I had no sleep again due to flappage all night long.