A weekender’s guide to Queenscliff
Fishing, ferries and seafarers abound in the tiny, almost-island town of Queenscliff.
It’s close to dusk on a murky Sunday and a trio of fisherfolk are chatting their way home down the Queenscliff Pier. They came seeking “calamari” but got crabs instead, five of them scrabbling entree-sized in a bucket.
Through the old waiting shed for the Queenscliff-Sorrento ferry more fishers huddle over rods. A European gent in fluoro fleece has four lines in. He’s looking for squid too and is ready to sit it out another two hours. “It’s relaxing,” he says. “A month ago I had heart attack. I need the fresh air.”