I prefer numbers, I can remember them … 1 key for both of us, and I was sure I had it in my pocket. A visit to the park manager to confess losing the key, only to find it in my back pocket. 🤣🤣🤣
A bit of movement in the park as people are packing up and off. Daylight saving is doing my head in … I’m waking up too late. Just the little tent to pack up .. everything is covered in fine white powder … it’s the limestone ground.
A short drive to Perlubie Bay, what a great little spot, very picturesque the beach is very flat and the tide is out. The council camping sites are literally on the beach, peeps lowering the pressure of their tyres before they venture to one of the 20 sites – all prebooked … you need to be self sufficient including a toilet.
Just down a bit to our caravan park a few kms out of town … it has excellent reviews.
Streaky Bay township is alive with revellers enjoying lunch at the tavern. The jetty has a few fishers, some young kids have caught 2 blue swimmer crabs, I alert them to one on the swim cage … they have fun trying to catch it to no avail.
The cool wind is keeping the temperature down as we venture around the coast on sealed and limestone roads to Cape Bauer. From little bay beaches to rugged coast line. We come across a group of fishers at Hally’s Beach taking advantage of the long weekend … salmon is running and they have fun hauling them in, in the rough windy seas.
Back to camp … it will be a flappy night … maybe ear plugs would have been an idea.