The Restless Wind

I'm pathetic! I'm back in Geraldton again, 24 hours at Horrocks Beach was enough. My pretend excuse is that it was too windy but deep down really it's because the internet reception was so patchy and I have a stock about to take off, not to mention my current addiction to the Ikea online 3D kitchen planner (awesome). But it was ferociously windy, Smokey hated it, and my campground neighbours were dour Scandinavian types grimly taking Health Swims in the roiling seas and saying "Goot Morningk" in a way that implied I was forcing them to say it at gunpoint.

It's a pretty place when the sand is not blasting layers off your eyeballs; highlight were the osprey nests which the town had put up on huge high poles. The ospreys were magnificent to watch. Nice neighbours included Cheeky, a tiny weeny little puppy ohhhhh CUTE and a muttering galah who stalked imperiously through my site on its way back to its bed in one of the cabins.

So now we are at an old haunt, the Batavia Coast ("Where Cannibalism Meets the Sea") Caravan Park; Smokey gives this park a 10 for its proximity to bushes, mice and sandy pooing areas. At least we are out of the wind and I can do some more bus painting in between unnecessary visits to Bunnings.

Horrocks Beach jetty during a brief five minutes of non-gale wind