To the POINT !

Those present: Joanne, Elaine, Tono, Mick.

We met at Mick's and without even waiting for a coffee, headed for the point.  The day was perfect: clear skies, sunshine, and no rain.  The trip to the point was long, but there was an "energy"spot along the way, which some of us "felt", requiring a stop on the side of the road and some funny looks from the other drivers as we "sensed" for directions etc, wandering along the verge.

Back to the car and we continued along, passing some of our previous trek spots along the way.
We stopped at the bay and watched a brave soul with a motor and propeller strapped to his being, attempt to launch himself, with the help of a plastic wing, into the realm of the birds. With the wind doing it's best to stop him, the help of another got him airborne, sailing up and along the beach.....

The road to the point had changed since the last time I was there, and it was now bitumen almost all the way to the point.  We picked a parking place, too close to the resting spot of a trio of quail, causing them to scurry into the undergrowth, and made for the beach.  The sand was fine, the water blue, the feeling fabulous!  We strolled along, looking at shells, paddling in the shallows, combing the high tide line for interesting driftwood......

We crossed over to the inland side, and here the contrast was stark! There was mud, and debris, and millions of little blue soldier crabs, scurrying across the flats, and burying themselves when we approached.

We returned to the inlet side for lunch, where we were joined by a hungry crow, game enough to approach us for a feed. A cheeky Willy-Wag-Tail also flitted about in the trees around us . We joked and laughed and simply drank in the tranquility of this place.

Eventually we moved off, heading this time for a "sand blow".  This area is a "happening" place. The sand is blown by the south easterly sea breezes, and eventually a "cutting" is formed. The sand is heaped up on the westward "down side" slope of the coastal dune, covering all before it, creating a spooky scene.  We walked both ways, checking out the edges of this marvel of nature. Tono had a "previous life" experience as we made for the seaward side, and opted to stay back from the cliff face. The rest of us made our way down to the edge, marvelling at the range of colours of the sand, the magnificent view of the ocean, and the "cauldron" like circle of the bay. 

It was time to return, and we made our way back to Mick's, somewhat quietly, each pondering over the day's experiences.  With hugs all round, we said our goodbyes, vowing to repeat this day's journey some time in the future.

Mick's Musings

Great weather (it had been raining for a couple of days before)

Energy spot on the road wasn't as strong as the last time....

Beachcombing is fun!  (I think I could become a "beach bum" )

Great to see the quail, bush turkeys, kingfishers, bee-eaters, crows and willy-wag-tails.... Perhaps there is a feeling of "safety" here for the wildlife....

I can't believe how much the sand blow has grown.

Sun reflects badly off the sand and causes sunburn.......

Oh what a wonderful world we live in, if only we took the time to look......