Day 53 Sunday 18/7/21 Mulambin, sunny 21
I wish I hadn’t changed the bed to summer bedding, it was freezing last night. We’re up early to visit the Emu Park market but it is a little disappointing this time as there aren’t many food stalls. At least Woody finds the jar of chutney that he’s been waiting for all trip and a nice apricot slice. The biggest bonus though is that the pharmacy across the road is open and I finally get my prescription filled. It was faxed through from my doctor, heavens people still use faxes, who would have guessed.
In the afternoon Woody walks to Rosslyn Bay and back which is about 10kms, while I do a sloppy 5kms on the beach out front looking for bits and bobs on the sand. I don’t take my camera, with the nagging thought that I might miss something exciting like…like a helicopter or something. No one ever mentions the difficulties of living with a camera addiction, but my friend MV broke her lens on the way up here and is having awful difficulties handling the loss. She’s an avid birdwatcher and there are plenty of birds to keep one amused here. Anyway, back to the subject, I’m strolling along the very flat and very long Mulambin Beach, and there’s a guy doing laps in a land yacht. Worthy of a pic. And a few fishermen striking pensive poses. Worthy of a pic. Then out of nowhere, whup, whup, whup, two enormous military choppers buzz the beach! Of course, they’re doing allied forces manoeuvres a few hundred kilometres north of here. Next time I won’t leave the damned camera behind.
We have a farewell happy hour with Kath & Kim and they complain about the wailing curlews in their end of the park. As we leave to go back and cook dinner the curlews have awoken from their daytime slumber and are making a robot-like stick-legged beeline to Kath & Kim’s van and the wailing starts.
Determined to master this bloody air fryer we cook lamb loin chops, sausages and corn cobs. Mmm good.
Towing Kms: 0