Wednesday 8th April 2015
Hello Muddah, hello Faddah here we are at Camp Augusta…. We wake to thunder and thumping rain and it’s nice to snuggle back into the doona and listen to it. Outside the ducks are paddling about in the puddles.
As the weather improves kids ride bikes round and round the park, circle work for the under 10’s. Outside our kitchen window our neighbour is plucking her eyebrows with the aid of a small mirror. This is a large, happy, noisy family park and it is school holidays.
People are fishing every inch of the riverbank and seashore and the pelicans are never far away waiting to pounce on scraps and under sized catches.
It is only 22 degrees but a little steamy so people are swimming, perhaps their last before winter.
Dear readers I forgot to mention that yesterday we visited the Augusta golf course and it looks nothing like it does on TV.
Down at the Cape there is an old water wheel that once provided water for the light house keepers. It is now calcifying and turning to stone. The water still flows and it is sweet.
Woody suggests putting the Jeep into 4WD and heading to the beach but I chicken out. I don’t want a repeat of Wales. I will explain that another day.
Young teens are cleaning fish in the river near our van. Lots of fish in fact and they stand up to their knees in water. The Pelicans jostle for fish heads but the action is below the water. The boys reach down and hand feed stingrays and they are huge.
Travelling Kms: 0
Note: Augusta is one of those places that grabs you. There’s a feeling of wanting to just sit back, relax and watch the tide come and go. It almost makes one want to take up fishing!