Lake Argyll

Hmmmm ... beautiful location ... gray nomad central. This place was the first time we'd come into contact with the masses of grey nomads who migrate around Australia, seeking sunshine and warmth, in an amazing range of huge caravans. Arriving at the campsite was like driving into a different world, sheparded to our camp spot, shouted at when we drove In a tiny bit too fast, made to wear wrist bands to mark us as residents, having to queue for the laundry as it's locked overnight - after the freedom of the Gibb it was a bit of a shock !

Saying that, the infinity pool at the resort is beautiful and refreshingly cool after a hot day. 

Just a shame we were packed into the campsite like sardines. However, the rules and regulation of the campsite, and the distressingly bad cover singer, were negated by the fantastic cruise on Lake Argyll, which was uncannily calm for such a huge expanse of water. 

Leaving the jetty, there's a volume of water here equal to 19 Sydney Harbours

The unearthly stillness of the water, perfect for a swim at dusk as they passed us beers and wine in the water

Slowly fading colour

The journey back to the campsite

And night falls quickly up here

So, while I would not come back to the Lake Argyll campsite, there will be other ways to get back to Lake Argyll, and that is something that I will definitely do some day.