A very early start for a long day and a choice of hill walking or the " Five Beaches ", well hills you can find everywhere, but five amazing beaches, no contest. It was back in the boat with Matt (another bonus ) through a flat calm, the pounding surf that has been such a feature of the holiday, temporarily absent.
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| An Aboriginal " midden "ie,the remnants of many, many meals from a long time ago. |
Luke was a mine of information and useful too; I picked up an interesting shell on the foreshore, showed it to Luke who told me that id it had been alive we would have been on the way to A&E. What a country ! We swam again notwithstanding the presence of " Blue Bottles " actually Portuguese Man of War, there is a very different mind set there.
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| A cookaburrow, our first one. Actually it's a kingfisher so two boxes ticked. |
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| Another beach, another brew up |
The last of the five beaches was Wine Glass Bay, one of the most photographed in the world. We had walked 11 miles to get to it, with a 1,000 step climb at the end so we felt we had earned it.
In the evening, after dinner, games and the Tassie whiskey I had bought in Strahan, we walked down to the beach for a final "swim ",well, a deep paddle given it was dark, the surf was up, the Portuguese Man of War were around but actually it was not that dark because of the amazing phosphorescence in the sea. Sadly,there was no camera with us and even there had been it may not have caught the rivulets of light that danced around us in the surf .One of the most memorable moments of the trip.
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