The great Melbourne beach adventure

We talked about renting a beach house in South Australia for the week between Christmas and New Years day. But we were a little late doing research and trying to book a place, and planning a holiday further away was too exhausting in the middle of our other projects.

So then we noted that there are lots of great beaches closer to home, near Melbourne, and we could just rent a beach house more locally, and not have to go so far and do a lot of research.

And then we noted again that in fact, we live near public transit that will take us to a wide variety of beaches near Melbourne, and rather than rent a house and go to the same beach every day, we could use our own house as a beach retreat, and just visit a new beach every day during the inter-Christmas and New Year holidays. And then we'd have all our stuff, and our own beds, and clean showers, and good food. So that was the plan we settled upon.

For future reference, I'll post a few pictures and describe the features of all the beaches we visited. We liked all of them, although they were all very different -- which surprised me a lot since they're all accessible by public transit less than an hour from our place, and they're all on the Bay of Port Philip.

23 December: St Kilda Beach.

We weren't going to start until Christmas Eve, but Jonathan was out of school, I was out of work, and we were both bored and excited, so we started a day early, visiting the very closest beach to our apartment: St Kilda beach, a 15 minute tram ride from home (or 40 minute walk).

Because St Kilda is so close to home, we've been there a lot. Its biggest advantage is that it's very easily accessible. There are a lot of restaurants, ice cream, penguins at the end of the pier (if it's the right time of year), and yet still nice sand and gentle waves. You'll see a lot of people, and hear a lot of languages. Its accessibility is also probably its biggest disadvantage. There can be a lot of people.

24 December: Edithvale Beach.

On Christmas Eve, we had more time, so we journeyed further south on the Frankston train line. Tim and I had taken that line before, and it passes a string of nice beaches. We chose Edithvale kind of at random, and partly based on a review that said it didn't have good parking, which made it less popular for the automobile crowd. Since we're not automobile crowd, that seemed good.

The beach was beautiful, with white sands and turquoise waters. There weren't very big waves again, because it's on the sheltered Bay of Port Philip. There were small fishes swimming just in the water -- remember to bring snorkel or at least goggles next time for better viewing of the underwater sand creatures.  The sand was also nice for digging. In the photo below you can see Jonathan and a friend digging a hole.

We had a really great time at this beach. And there were clean public toilets, showers, and changing rooms, as well as a couple of water fountains and a place to rinse sandy feet. The only negative from the day was not related to the location -- the UV index, which measures how quickly you will burn under the sun, was extremely high that day. We wore hats, rash guard shirts, and lots of sunscreen, and we did ok, aside from a few sunburned toes. Remember to put sunscreen on your feet, friends.

Christmas day: No beach that day. We went to a friend's house for dinner.

26 December: Sandringham beach.

So unfortunately it was pouring rain on the afternoon of the 26 December.  However, part of our plan was to visit beaches whatever the weather. So off we went. We took the Sandringham train to the end of the line, then walked a block to the beach. The beach was down a green covered hill, and again it was very lovely.

 

I stood for a while under a roof near the life saving club, hoping the rain would ease up and then I would join Tim and Jonathan by the water. But it only seemed to rain more and more while I waited. Eventually I just gave up and decided I'd get rained on.

Jonathan had no qualms about getting wet and sandy.

I wasn't so keen to get in the water, though, in the rain, so I walked the beach from end to end. There were rocks on either side. This one had a small sea star clinging to its side, but you can't really see that from the picture. 

One advantage of going during a light rainstorm is that we had the entire beach to ourselves, except for the three life guards huddled under a tent. You can see Tim and Jonathan just barely in this picture. But that's it. 

Anyway, the Sandringham beach was beautiful. I would like to go again in nicer weather. However there was just one public toilet and no changing rooms, although they did have a place to wash feet. Come dressed in your swim gear and plan to wear it home damp -- not a problem if you take the train. Also, food and other amenities are up the hill back near the train station.

27 December: Altona Beach.

We'd spent three days going south and east. The next day we decided to go west instead, to the western side of the city. Tim suggested Williamstown, but that required a train transfer, so at the last minute we just stayed on the train we were riding and got off at Altona.

The weather was not bright and sunny, but it wasn't raining either, and the water quality report was good (http://yarraandbay.vic.gov.au/beach-report). Like St Kilda, I think Altona must be pretty accessible for a lot of people, because the beach was more crowded. Or maybe everyone decided it was time to get out again.

Altona beach had a cool pier. And the water was very shallow. You could walk out to about the end of the pier without needing to swim.

Tim really liked this one. He and Jonathan waded out and found crabs, clams, and small fish swimming at his toes -- a whole world of living things you could explore without taking off your hat.

Jonathan and I dug around in the sand.

And Tim and I walked to the end of the pier.

And we were home in time for dinner.

28 December: Black Rock Beach.

Black rock beach was recommended by friends, who said it was the beach they liked best. This one was a little trickier to get to: we took the Sandringham line to the end, then got on a bus for 20 more minutes. It took us an hour to get there in all.

The beach was gorgeous. Like Sandringham, it was at the bottom of a green hill. There were toilets at the top of the hill, showers half way down. And beautiful blue water at the bottom.

It was windy, so there were slightly larger waves -- definitely more waves than the perfectly flat Altona beach the day before. But still not big waves for surfing. I believe you have to drive to the ocean for that this time of year. In any case, the swimming was great.

Jonathan built a sand fort. 

Tim walked to the rocks at the far end, and we all went swimming. This time I brought goggles, so I could see the world in the water -- a few small fishes and shells. The water felt very good with the hot wind blowing in from the north western deserts.

In any case, Black Rock beach was very pretty, and we had a great time. However, it didn't seem to have many advantages over Sandringham beach. Next time we may save ourselves 20 minutes and just go to Sandringham rather than take the extra bus.

So there you have it. Five different beaches in five different days. It was a great adventure that I hope to repeat. In fact, looking at these pictures makes me wonder why I'm sitting here typing rather than going out again to find another. There are still lots of great beaches to go.