On the south side of Gerringong town is Boat Harbour. It’s a quiet little cove with a shingle beach, where fishermen go.
It’s also surrounded by those glorious hills complete with grazing dairy cows.
Now that’s the kind view I can look at all day.
Most people know Gerringong for the vast expanse of Werri Beach, so let’s go and explore.
On the north end of the beach is Werri Lagoon, which at high tide flows into the sea. We had to wade to get to Red Cliff and its rock platform. The hills behind the town was a wonderful green after recent rains.
It was a wild sea that day.
So much so that the rushing waves set off these two mini blowholes.
I like the Illawarra coast, and last week I got to visit the seaside town of Gerringong. Gerringong has always been the smaller brother of Kiama, a few k’s up the coast, but with the coming of the by-pass it’s about to get very big. I’m glad that I made this visit before it changed for good.
We took a little walk along the relatively new Kiama to Gerringong Coast Track to the other side of Red Cliff. Walking along the shoreline, Hubby told me that the cliff was made up of Permian aged sandstone, rich in iron (hence the red).
Meanwhile, the rock platform below was made up of black basalt, meaning that there was volcanic activity here at some stage. Other local landmarks such as Bombo and the Blowhole are also made of basalt. It’s spectacular when the swell is up.
The avenue looked rather like a scene from ‘Sleepy Hollow’ with the mist becoming thicker.
But the presence of orange leaves meant it wasn’t all gloom.
It was getting dark very quickly now – the path lights are all alight.
At the top was a reminder of the season to come – Easter Sunday was only a week or so away on my visit.
That’s the end of our wander around the Abbey. Next time we will be exploring sunnier climes.
Being half way up the Illawarra Escarpment, I wasn’t surprised to find the Abbey thick in fog by mid-afternoon. It certainly made everything look very eerie.
There was still enough light to capture the details of the ferns.
It’s amazing how much light there is when it’s foggy. In the photography class we learned that it was because each water droplet is like a micro mirror, reflecting and amplifying light.
The rainforest was lush and cool – and full of mosquitoes since water was plentiful. Despite the welcoming seats it’s not a place that I would sit at.
The stream was rushing, although it was not so long when it was merely trickling.
I could even remember a time when it stopped flowing altogether. Not anymore.