Day 5 | hanging round at Kennett River: my first rest day

Right from the start of this expedition I’ve worked out the idea is not to bike absolutely every day.

I haven’t even made 250km down the road but I want to experience some non-biking pleasures along the way. And have a decent look around at this really magnificent terrain.

It’s late summer, although with a chilly southerly wind howling in I’ve no enthusiasm for even a quick dip in the nearby ocean.

Instead today I chat to a bloke on the windswept beach. A 10 day old beard, a craggy face that hinted at a thousand stories, an easy smile, joy at getting a sound sand blasting.

‘Hey brother … wouldn’t be dead for quids.’

It’s been a while since I heard that.

Furious agreement.