From Evernote:

Day 5

A soft day.

Rachel and I lay in bed until after seven. Even then it was so dark I wasn't convinced it was time to get up. A light rain had been falling intermittently for most of the might and looked set to continue. In the forest we packed and ate.

<porridge Dutch oven story>

We walked along the beach and over the rocks. The track lifted from the next batch of sand into the scrub. The going over to Prion was nice and easy. At grotto creek there was a sign saying to wash your boots, probably for the guys coming the other way, but we washed anyway.

Then 4 km easy walking up Prion beach. Once again a scene untouched by humans. Not a building or a boat or even a line in the picture, just seagulls pecking a living from the receding waves.

Prion boats. Bash thumbs. Reminds me of childhood rowing.

Up and down ancient sand dunes to Milford Creek.

11 school kids. Track turns muddier. Loose my left leg into bog monster, bash right shin. Looked just the same as all the other mud.

Stay at Osmiridium Beach