Eighty Mile Beach

All that is here is a quaint caravan park behind the sand dunes of Eighty Mile Beach and intriguing residents.  One who walks around with a parrot on her shoulder and the other guy in his 70’s wearing a sailor’s cap and short white shorts with a white t-shirt to complement his attire.

After we set up camp yesterday we managed an hour at the beach before we headed back for dinner, while there the kids had a play in the sand and began their collection of shells. You see many people walking along the shore with a bag in their hand and their head down. I haven’t found out what they do with them yet, but it is addictive to try and find that unique shell?

There is no swimming here as Marc found out after the fact, sea snakes frequent the area. Campers would either fish from the beach or walk along with a bag in their hand and heads down, it was quite a different sight and something that grew on you. Before you knew it, you were strolling along the beach fossicking for shells, even Marc got in on the act. He has collected enough shells, has even bought glue to make a duck with his shells. Make sure you ask to have a look when we arrive home.