SO THEY have gone at last, and peace descends once more. The place is ours again.
The exodus started on the Friday before the long weekend with a trickle of caravans and utes stacked high with mountain bikes and kayaks. By Australia Day it was a cavalcade.
And this was Wonthaggi, the poor cousin. I can only imagine how it was in Inverloch or on Phillip Island. It must have felt as though the island floated a little higher as they left.
I don’t begrudge them their few weeks beside the sea. They’ve had a tough year and there’s another one ahead. They needed the sunshine and fresh air.