Freezing night but cozy inside Colin (yes we’ve named the caravan Colin – blame Chris for this one, not me). Woke up to a glorious sunny day, birds 
chortling and singing (some melodically, some not so much). After a 
leisurely breakfast, wandered (actually hiked – enormous camp ground and we se
emed to be rather a long way from the Info centre) over to pay our camping fees and find out what the options for walking might be. Tossed a coin and decided on Oberon Bay.
Walking in the Prom is a great experience. Rugged coastline and varied vegetation, with a different vista around every corner. The beaches are all wildly different in terms of their sand type and scenery, with some pure white and composed of shell grit, others coarser and darker in colour and some almost mud. Didn’t see any wildlife of the furred variety on our trip round to Oberon Bay via Norman Beach, Norman Point and Little Oberon Bay but saw lots of the feathered type. Crows galore (seem to run in pairs in order to outflank any unsuspecting prey who might possibly have something edible about their person). One lone sooty oystercatcher patrolling Little Oberon Bay and some large and flamboyantly made up Pacific Gulls (lovely yellow stockinged legs with red-lipstick tipped yellow beaks). The day stayed sunny and quite warm at times, but whenever the wind picked up the temperature seemed to drop into arctic range.
Surprisingly survived 12 km walking relatively intact (although new hiking boots were trying to create some blisters and bruises around various bits of ankle!) and managed to crawl back to camp. Our resident wombat again paid us a visit, and a we moved site to a recently vacated and more private one just across the way from where we initially set up. Left over spag bog (for the 3rd night) still pretty good (as was the red vino!). Freezing sitting out under the awning though – even rugged up with 3 layers of everything, including a ski jacket apiece.