Long, meandering posts follows with probably little information content.
So, I finally got the time, permission, and sufficient stupidity to do the Northern Circuit.
The initial plan was Thursday arvo walk in to Lower Barry campsite, Friday Chinaman Swamp to Tin Mine Cove, Saturday Tin Mine Cove to Johnny Souey. Walk out Easter Sunday, early if possible.
There was still a mostly full moon which came in very handy at night for seeing around campsite, weather was good, and low-tide time at Sealers for Saturday was 11:30 pm, handy to know for the rock-hopping.
When I booked they said due to limited numbers at camps, I'd have to go clockwise, and must stay at booked campsite, let's see how that worked out...
Thursday was a no show, traffic snarls on the Monash meant it took 30min to go a few kms, plus every man and his dog were doing roadwork.
Had to stop at the Parks entrance when I finally got there.
The lady said all camping was closed off, not just Southern Circuit due to 250mm of rain the previous week.
I think she might have oversold it with that quantity of rain, and anyway, she rang the duty ranger who said it was OK, and they let me sleep in the car Thursday night.
I may have bought a few bevvies when I realized I wasn't going that evening, purely for intensive carb loading, as all athletes do before a big event.
Day 1.
So, that mean rolling the walk from carpark to Lower Barry camp (LBC), and from LBC through swamp to Tin Mine into 1 day......fun ensued.
The walk to the turn off was fine, just a management track.
The days was warming up, and I was wearing long convertible pants, gardening gloves, but no long sleeves. You can guess how my arms ended up.
At first it was easy, obvious pad/track, trees not to thick, but getting nearer LBC it got pretty dense and very scratchy.
I know we're meant to practise Leave No Trace, but I left my sunhat somewhere on the way to LBC, and so my scone got baked for the rest of the trip.
Not sure how I lost it, as it was around my neck, surely it should have strangled me? Lost on of my gloves near the swamp too.
After a break at LBC, I pushed on towards the swamp.
It's really just a continuation of copses of Banksia, and other scratchy stuff, with grass trees wrapping around your ankles, making each step feel like a rope with a brick is hooked to your ankle.
Tripping was a possibility each step, surprisingly I tripped infrequently.
There were some areas that were easier to walk, but the didn't last long.
I saw the odd Tiger snake, lots of lizards, but no encounters.
I wouldn't enter the area after LBC without a GPS and offline map.
Map and compass would require 4D chess levels of skill in navigation.
Down near the swamp proper, it was hard to navigate, and what looked like the track, wasn't.
On the GetLost map there are two tracks indicated, one in red dashes, and one the moves about a lot more in purple.
Do not try to follow the red dashed track, I did at this point and ended up in some Banksia/Grass tree hellscape.
Had to backtrack a bit and take the purple track.
GPS with map to the rescue or I'd still be there, waiting for some one to walk by for help.
The swamp wasn't too bad, despite the reported rain, up to thigh height the first crossing, a bit muddy and a shoe fell off, but I retrieved it easily.
My shoelaces kept undoing, not sure why, maybe all the branches and scrub grabbing at them, or my prep-level shoe tying ability?
Anyway, I filtered some water at the first crossing, all good. Katadyn filter worked a treat, and the break with a snack got some energy back.
There were another couple of crossings, next one knee height, last one calf high and shorter distance.
The walking was easier for a while after the swamp.
I could see the flagging tape, and odd white pole, or orange pole pretty easily, and thought I was through the worse.
I wasn't, but that flagging tape helped a lot when you weren't confident if you were on an animal track or the right track.
Then it got ugly again, lots of sharp copses of Banksia, and other scratchy stuff that I don't know the name off, and the GPS decided to join the fun and started jumping over the place, it showed me moving 50m one direction, and 100m the other all while I was standing still looking at the phone screen. Very comforting....
Anyway, I got stuck in a Thicket of regrowth because the GPS said to go that way, had to bash my way into it, and bash back out.
The day was getting late, I was stuffed, and my head cooked from the Sun.
April doing a good impression of January.
There was no breeze to speak of, and it was just hot.
I finally made it Chinaman Long Beach (CLB), late, and started walking to Tin Mine Cove (TMC).
It was dark before I got to the turn off at the other end of the beach.
I started walking to TMC, but was cramping, stumbling and just couldn't.
I camped above the tide line on the beach. Sorry Parks.
Day 2
I was surprisingly feeling OK at the start of day 2.
Not having made it to TMC meant I had bugger all water left.
I thought maybe with all the rain, I'd find a puddle or a soak on the walk to Three Mile Beach (TMB).
No luck, water ran out at the start of TMB, and the Sun was cooking again.
The track from CLB to TMB was pretty easy, even in the dark.
I started walking at about 6:30am, to make the tide for the later rock hopping on the way to Johnny Souey Cove (JSC).
There were a few thick patches of scrub, but I barely looked at the GPS, the track was clear.
At about Margaret Saddle, the sun started poking it's head above the ridge, and it was just more the same trackwise, some easy walking, some sharp scrub, but track clear enough.
At TMB I walked past the Beacon, went down to the beach, rope in 1 hand poles in other, no problem.
At first the beach walking was easy, but as the sun heated up, the lack of sunhat and water started to take it's toll.
By the time I got to the Southern end of TMB, I was a bit cooked, and not looking forward to the rock hopping.
I filtered some water from the creek there, smelt like rotten eggs, and tasted *&%$#!, even with heaps of Gatorade powder.
But you gotta try things when you're getting parched.
As I was getting ready to go, I saw that 2 hikers had passed going the other way, they were cruising and already a few hundreds of meters away before I noticed.
The first people I'd seen since the entrance 2 days before.
The GetLost map is no help, it points straight up a steep rock and into the scrub. I was a bit over scrub by now.
Using my sun addled, dehydrated brain, I looked to where their footsteps touched the sand, and started from there.
It was a pretty quick crossing on this small rocky section, a bit reminiscent of Mt Difficult. Clearly I was delusional...
Then a short beach walk, to the next bigger rocky section.
At this place, I started from the footprints, but it seemed like a wall of rock and I was stuffed and brain was cooked.
I was getting a bit down about it all, not sure what to do, when 3 more bushwalkers doing the circuit anti-clockwise came bounding over the rocks.
It turns out you just need to climb up a bit, and it's all pretty easy after that at low tide.
We exchanged information, they told me where the track above the next set of rocks starts and how the track was pretty cruisey, and I mentioned some thing about the swamp.
Thanks so much to those guys, it meant I knew the way, and just had to pull my finger out.
A little while later I was over the second set of rocks, and ready to go up the steep path for the walk around to JSC.
It was hard work getting up the hill, but I managed it, and after some puffing and panting, got to JSC, with the odd Tiger snake obligingly moving off the path.
I had to crawl onto the beach, the low hanging branches wouldn't yield my pack while standing.
Walking down the beach, I noticed another couple with 1 pack between them, they would come in handy later.
I found nice fresh, trickling water at creek next to JSC campsite, above the tide line.
Filtered heaps, chucked in hydralite, had something to eat.
It was too late to push onto Five Mile Bay (FMB) as the tide was rising and I was stuffed.
I spoke to Kyaker who was collecting water for a while.
Then I checked out the campsite.
It's a bit underwhelming.
I had my pack near the beach, to keep an eye on it, as I was charging up my battery pack with a Solar Panel (all the mod-cons), and thinking of going for a swim, when the couple came back, fresh as a daisy.
I hate fit people (only joking).
We spoke for a bit, and they mentioned they were heading to FMB campsite and I warned of the tide.
They said they had a huge dry back and would be happy to ferry my pack across if I wanted to go.
I was stuffed, but the chance to start the final day from FMB campsite was too much to ignore.
It was quite a hard slog up from JSC to the highpoint overlooking FMB, then a very steep drop to Miranda Creek.
The couple were kind enough to go slow so this fat old *&%$#! didn't lose them.
Packs were ferried across, and we swam across.
Later water collected was collected from the spring, with the young guy swimming over.
The guy swam across with containers and collected it.
Thanks so much to that couple too.
Sorry again parks, 3 nights out of 3 I didn't sleep in designated campsite.
Day 3
Next morning I woke at 4am, quietly packed up and was walking by 4:40am.
Still feeling surprisingly OK.
The beach walk was fine (no scrub), the track walk was fine (no scrub), but once the sun came up, my scone started to cook.
I had water, so the sun was the problem without a hat.
I filtered some water where some Frogs where having a good old time, saw a mummy Wombat with baby version walking like a train on the track ahead.
There was lots of wildlife each day, Wallabies, Wombats, Snakes, Cockatoos, etc.
I walked through an area with tree ferns, which was nice, but was followed by a long, steep climb, not so nice.
Then a bit later there was a climb from Barry Creek, up past the track junction to LBC which sapped the energy.
I got to the carpark about 6 hours after leaving FMB camp, and went to Stockyards camp and showered, changed into a fresh set of clothes, and drove home.
Not built for speed, but I got the circuit done.
Phone reception was good at Five mile carpark, and good on Chinamans beach. Wasn't really happening at on the
western Eastern side of the peninsula, and didn't find it again until after the slog up the hill from the Tree Fern area.
My Garmin device that I use to keep in contact with my wife and she can track my location, worked OK the first 2 days, then didn't work the last until I was nearly back at the carpark.
That's it. Apologies for the blathering, I'm still dealing with the trauma of bruises, scratches, chaffing, sprains etc.

I wouldn't do it again, the reward isn't enough for the effort.
I'll upload some photos if anybody is interested.