Eighty Mile Beach (2 nights)

The day we left Barn Hill it poured down, it was unseasonal event and turned campers into a spin.  Luckily we were driving for 3 hours of it and when we arrived at Eighty Mile Beach Caravan Park there was enough of a lull to get set up, then it poured again! The ‘unsealed’ roads in the caravan park turned to mud baths so it was fun getting to and from the toilet block.  The next day dawned fine and we got dried out and some laundry done (the laundry room is the best place to hear gossip!).  We had a great spot in the row closet to the sand dunes.

So this is a very long beach, as you tell from the name.  At high tide the fisherman (mainly men) all line up and try their luck, some are on quad bikes so they can get further down the beach, or you can drive your 4WD down the beach.  Leon joined the throngs (we will probably spend a fortune on bait – hope he catches something!).  Shell collectors (mainly woman) hit the beach at low tide scouring for that extra special one!  People display their finds on their tables and others walking past stop to admire and compare notes. 

The line up of fisherman on Eighty Mile Beach

Selfie on the beach