WEDNESDAY 12 AUGUST          PUNSAND BAY

Hot and humid.

I did some washing, by hand, in our plastic bowl. I strung it up around our camp, to dry, putting the clothes line ropes a liberal distance from the tent, to try to prevent new campers from setting up virtually on top of us – as we have seen happen to others here. Very Rafferty’s Rules, here. I am quite happy to share the area, but within reason.

I read, relaxed, wrote, went for a long walk on the beach. It is great to be able to walk a long way again, after Seisia. The sand is fairly firm, lower down, once the tide is a little way out, so it is good for walking. And with such a view, as one does. Wonderful.

John read, tried some fishing, unsuccessfully, from the beach.

Basically, it was just a chilling out day.

For lunch, I cooked Indian roti breads – very easy with no yeast needed – and put in some chopped capsicum, garlic and dried herbs, before cooking them in the frying pan. Yummy and simple.

There are some tinny boats moored off the beach here. From that, we presume the owners feel confident about the security here.

Tea was pasta with garlic crumbs.