Something To Pass The Time

We have camped up at the Eighty Mile Beach Caravan Park for four nights - a record for us so we pretty much pulled out every appliance we own and scattered them round the benchtops and used them all for breakfast - coffee, bacon and eggs, cups of tea, toast etc etc.  What you call a leisurely breakfast.  Having somewhat of a lazy day we couldn't even be bothered walking down to the beach so instead hopped in to the Jeep and drove down onto the sand and then headed north (east?) along the edge of the water to see what we could see.  Basically pretty much the same thing for kilometres on end - acres of white sand, the blue water to one side and the low sand dunes to the other.

Headed back to the CP and had the left over pizza for lunch and then Larry got his tackle out (no, it's not that sort of blog people!) and got the rods ready for a spot of fishing.  A nifty bit of engineering on the top of the Jeep and the rods (complete with reels Ben!) can sit up there for the next few days.

There are a lot of serious fishermen in this caravan park, some of which have quad bikes all set up for fishing with a rack for rods across the front and a large tackle box on the back.  Thinking that these people are worth keeping an eye on we waited until they hit the beach track (which coincided with when the tide was incoming) and then followed.

Three hours of standing on the edge of the water waving a stick at the water then followed.  No fish to be had.  Not even a bite.  Gave it up as a bad job when the tide started to recede again and headed back to base.  As we hadn't managed to catch dinner we had garlicky chicken parcels and baked potatoes instead.

Oh well, there's always tomorrow!