80 mile Beach

Once again we had in our minds that we would pop in at 80 mile beach for a couple of nights and then move on, six nights later we took off.  Seems to be a bit of a pattern with us.

80 mile beach was very long, go figure, it was also the best shell collecting spot we’ve come across yet – shells of every colour were collected.

The tide change here was substantial as it was very flat.  800 metres in and out, unfortunately we decided to go for a walk out to the water at low tide one day and my shrieks were heard way past 80 miles when we sunk into the mud up to our knees, I found it quite horrifying and there was no escaping it, you just had to keep trudging through until the mud got harder, some 50 metres away.  I’m still having nightmares (shudder).

We all had a great time fishing here but nothing was caught, apparently the cold waters had arrived and the fish had gone elsewhere.  I wish they told that to the people who seemed to catch metre long Salmon only 100m away from us each day.