Eighty mile beach
Picture endless fine white sand stretching into the distance as far as the eye can see in either direction. Then add in so many shells studding the beach that you can’t help but crush them under-foot, no matter where you walk. Oh, and don’t forget pristine clear aqua waves lapping gently on the shore. This is Eighty Mile Beach. It is just beautiful, and almost perfect…except that no one swims here because of the sharks and sea snakes that inhabit the waters. It is a fisherman’s paradise and many of the people we met stay here for months at a time, even though it is in the middle of nowhere and reached by eight kilometres of rutted red dust track off the highway.
Once again Peter found some like-minded musicians and they enjoyed a couple of afternoons making music together and entertaining the crowd that soon gathered.
Shell collecting is almost a compulsory pastime at Eighty Mile Beach. No matter if you think you will just go for a little walk and look at the scenery, it is impossible to come home without some little treasures in your hand.
This perentie suddenly appeared from under our car and strolled through our campsite. He took off when he saw me watching him. Later I found he had caught and (almost) eaten a snake. I didn’t wittness the fight, but apparently he had a five minute battle with the snake. No prizes for guessing who won!
And at the end of the day, there is always a gorgeous sunset over the water to enjoy