WEDNESDAY 12 SEPTEMBER     EIGHTY MILE BEACH

There was a resident butcher bird, who sat and carolled superbly, for about 30 minutes at a time, right above our van. Pre-dawn – like about 5am! But it was a beautiful song and a lovely way to wake up – if one must…..

M and John fished and caught a meal’s worth. I was hoping to be able to put a couple of fish packs into the freezer, to use on the trip home.

I walked on the beach – there were not so many fishers on it this morning.

Some nights there was a really heavy dew that sounded like rain on the roof, from the trees dripping!  The drips were really sticky and salty, too.