Streaky Bay and a Room with a View

Lindsay- you'll be pleased to know we used the little twin tub today!! Set it up in the shower recess and apart from wobbling the van a bit...we didn't have the back jack legs down... all was good. Dried the washing on my mini hills-hoist. Very civilised. Greg sat outside in the sun chatting to the passing parade and doing the newspaper puzzles. 

Then it was off to explore the coast around Streaky Bay. The sea was a spectacular dark blue; plenty of swell and white rolling waves plus interesting rock pools and dramatic headland. The weather was perfect again

Drove down to a small fishing settlement called Sceale Bay (they obviously can't spell) and found a gorgeous picnic spot by the beach.  The toilet was interesting, one of the most scenic I've used! It was made of  local stone... well cared for.... even the paths had been raked clean of leaves ( you could still see the marks). BUT the surprise was a window in the cubicle that overlooked the bay.   

We checked out the sea lions lazing in the sun; battled scared males, suckling youngsters annoying their mums and juveniles swimming in the rock pools.There was quite a large colony. Could hear the males "barking". 

Finally it was back to camp via the haystacks which were interesting rock formations. Apparently some Irish agricultural  "expert" was explaining how harrowing the soil produces better hay and looked out the bus and said...... there's an example over on top of the hill. Since then they've been called Murphy's Haystacks. They are private property ..owned by a Mr Murphy. Daim climbed all over them when he was here with Greg.

The farmers were busy burning the old stubble so things were a bit smokey. But everything is green.

We came back and Greg went paddling... out in the sheltered bay next to Streaky Bay caravan park. He decided that he wanted to paddle to some landmark on the horizon but the sun was almost down before he got back. Said he was thinking about the great whites in the water as he paddled home at dusk......and that if he got taken people would say he was doing something he loved but that wasn't true because he actually dislikes paddling in the sea. 

The idea of sharks scares the sh*t out of him. He said it was a good way to improve and perfect his stroking technique to get maximum speed.  Meanwhile I walked the dog, a much more genteel activity.