Breakfast at the B&B was magnificent. From home-made croissants to an incredible range of fruit to a cooked breakfast – highlight of trip food-wise. I did a quick viewing of the farm and we set off to Cradle Mountain.

We drove to Cradle Mountain. After an attempted break-in through the boom gates (Grubbie insisted we could do it despite us all reading signs saying we couldn’t), we parked and read the fine-print. Sheepishly, we returned to the information centre to validate our passes and catch the shuttle bus.

We split into two groups with Mark, Michael and Wayne heading for Marion’s Lookout and the rest of us walking the 6km around Dove Lake.

We finally found a small beach to sit for a bit (about the 4km mark). A little boy had his sandwich stolen by a currawong and immediately after, I was attacked by another Cradle Mountain Creature. As I stepped up onto the platform, I thought the currawong was attacking my heels. As I glanced down, I thought it was a python. I can report that I did scream and run on air for a few seconds until reassured by my group. ‘It’s just a stick!’

Wayne didn’t quite make it to the lookout. It became very rocky and steep and his aversion to heights set in. He decided to sit it out and wait for the other two to complete the ascent. His effort was still highly commendable. He did say that Grubbie and Michael were like mountain GOATs (Greatest Of All Time). Step aside, Nathan Lyon.

Amazingly, both groups arrived at the end intersection of the two walks at basically the same time. We caught the Shuttle bus back and began our drive to Strahan.

Accommodation in Strahan is interesting. It has a rustic feel but is incredibly basic. Wayne and I also have an ablutions block that is making regular and disturbing noises.

We went to the hotel bar for dinner and drinks.

#1 Play of the day: Donna asking if death adders are dangerous.

#2 & 3 Plays of the day: Michael and Mark for their mountain goat effort.