Coffin Bay is a fisherman’s Haven. Nice homes and shacks line the oyster filled bay. A kindly local on the CB directs us to the Shellar Door of Pure Coffin Bay Oysters. We put a couple of dozen large ones on ice but Woody just can’t resist buying a few smaller ones for morning tea at the jetty.
This is a real paradise (except of course for the razor fish) School kids are learning to kayak on the bay, fishermen are working on their boats, travellers are chatting and green parrots are squabbling in the trees, and a bunch of grey nomads are happily slurping oysters.
How good are Coffin Bay Oysters eaten fresh at Coffin Bay!!!!! I can taste the sea just sitting here thinking about them!
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And perfect for morning tea!!
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Another foodie place for your list….
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Looks like a great place to stop off although not sure about the name.
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Yes I must search it’s origin.
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Great stop! Very delicious!
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Very clever name for the outlet.
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It sure is.
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Wow! In this post you almost made want to eat oysters, which I don’t like. But maybe I would if I were slurping fresh ones at Coffin Bay with folks like you.
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Sheller door…perfect name!
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