80 Miles of Shells

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 Eighty Mile Beach Caravan Park 


Well it is a special form of torture for me to be confronted with 80 miles of pristine white sandy beach on a day of 26 degrees - yet not be able to swim….

 When we arrived at the park reception I saw a sign stating “swimming is not advised”. I asked the woman "is that because of crocodiles?”. 

“Not really” she replied. 

‘Great’ I thought to myself, ‘so, the sea is a bit rough, I’ll just be careful’. 

“No” she continued “it’s more because there are a lot of sharks brought in by the fishing, plus there are catfish, sea snakes, and deadly box jellyfish”.

"Oh", I said. "I think I’ll give swimming a miss then". 

It seemed an appropriate time to swap rock-collecting with shell collecting. So I spent a few hours on the beach carefully selecting the most interesting ones. I think this past time could be recipe for madness on a 80 mile beach on which every inch of which seems to be knee-deep in shells😝

Beach covered in shells

"Which shells shall I collect?"

Mark and I had a walk before dinner. He left the beach before the sun set saying “I’ve seen the sun set over the water the past two nights, so how different can it be?”. 

Well turns out it was quite different and even more beautiful than the past few nights!

Sun setting on Eighty Mile Beach



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