We got the last two sites in the Port Lincoln Caravan Park because it’s fishing season. We’re oblivious to such details as we don’t fish! We’re wondering when it isn’t fishing season here? After all it is Australia’s largest commercial fishing port.
The Bay is a bright blue in the evening light, the hills of the Lincoln National Park glow golden. Seagulls pester fishermen for scraps, a pelican waits patiently on a lamp post. A trawler plies its way across the bay heading home. Kids on bicycles scatter the plovers. The sun picks out the yellow floats of a fish farm on the distant shore and campers slurp fresh oysters. Not a bad spot this one.