Frankston beach

Yesterday was a sweltering 36degrees. Must've been crazy of us to head to the beach. But the beach was very windy. Hot, but not that hot. It was only when we got back that we were greeted with a whoosh of hot dry heat once the train doors opened.

Frankston was alright. I rate it 6/10.

The positives:
~ clean, patrolled beach
~ not-too-steep seafloor, ideal for swimming
~ astonishingly clear water (we could see schools of fish and the seafloor from the pier)

The negatives:
~ the sand's not very fine. Looks like recycled sand (grounded seashells) everywhere.
~ whats with the shops??! half or more of 'em weren't open for business. One couldn't even go across the road to get an ice-cream.

Getting there:
Take the Frankston line to the last stop - zone 3 (about an hour journey from CBD). If you hold a weekly/monthly Met ticket like me, you can travel for free across all zones on weekends. Once you get off the train, just cross the road, walk for ten-ish minutes past the shops and you'll hit the beach. Note: most fish&chipperies/cafes/restaurants are nearer to the train station side.

some fine & apparently rather fragile dunes..

the pier is further ahead from this pedestrian bridge

In Frankston, you can swim/dive/parasail/jet-ski/go fishing like those folks above, or bumm with your legs dangling over the pier reading a good book, just like us :D

Talking about books, I'm halfway through Thomas Friendman's "The Lexus and the Olive Tree". For anyone interested in globalisation, I HIGHLY recommend it. I'll draw my own conclusions when I finish it (and his other book - "The World Is Flat") but thus far its a very engaging read. Reviews from google.