On camp we went to Point Nepean. Stories about this place are woven through my childhood, but I have never been there before. Yesterday I got to discover it with 50 grade 6 kids.
There was an observation point, but the dune must have built up since the last time observation was required
In one of the amoury rooms, you could see where the shell casings had been sitting against the floor. It looked a little like a quilt pattern.
There was lots of screaming and running around, but you still got a good feeling for how isolated and boring it must have been to be stuck out there waiting for the enemy to come attack Victoria.
I finally saw Cheviot beach where Harold Holt disappeared. Seeing the kelp beds and the force of the surf made the Chinese submarine theory more challenging to believe.
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