8 itchy feet

It was hard to leave the Bay of Fires. On our last morning, the sun was bright and the wind was still. I stuck my head down the beach on my way back from the loo before reporting to the rest of the sleepy heads in the caravan that, ‘it is glorious down there’.

A breakfast of french toast was quickly arranged and transported to the dunes. We spared a thought at that point for those of you rising and on your way to work. It promised to be a wonderful day. After breakfast Amy and I tried for a swim, but the water truly felt as if it had fallen several degrees from the day before and so it didn’t last long. We turned our attention instead to schoolwork and to packing up. Continue reading “It’s ok, she loves me” →

In 2009 (I think) the Lonely Planet declared the Bay of Fires the best place on earth (or something like that). I must have noticed and have wanted to visit ever since (I wanna go a lot of places though, so the criteria for getting on my ‘must visit’ list is not too high). Lonely Planet wasn’t too far off the mark I don’t think, although there is an awful lot of world I haven’t seen so I am not really qualified yet to either confirm or deny their opinion! Continue reading “Holy Cow!” →

That’s it, it’s war! I peeked my head around a rock, caught Oliver’s eye and then with every muscle straining I screwed my face into the most grotesque look I could muster. Oliver looked away, but he knew I had him. Not even he could deny he had caught my dirty look. Now he was out for revenge, but I assiduously averted my eyes, determined not to catch a return look. So passed a gorgeous 7 km stroll along the beaches of Mt William National Park, ducking and weaving in and out of orange lichen covered boulders, strewn as they are amongst the white sandy shores. Continue reading “Made you look you dirty chook!” →