A Day on Lucinda Beach

Tues 23 June… A little bit of unseasonable weather seems to have passed us by and we are back to beautiful clear blue skies, 28 degrees, though still a little humid. No point moving we thought so we will have another night here. It was lovely to wake up to birdsong, no traffic noise and no jets. The camp is quite full mostly N S W Nomads, here for the weather and the fishing but they are no trouble. After a leisurely brekkie ( you can’t rush toast!) we took off for a walk along the beach which is pretty much deserted, just the odd beachcomber and fisherman digging for bait. There is a patch of short mangroves on the beach and we are fascinated by hundreds and hundreds of small crabs charging around in there. They rush around in groups, about the size of a thumbnail, some a bit bigger with a blue shell that looks like an oval blue opal. They are ever so funny as they scuttle about before doing a swift pirouette and disappearing down an orifice in the sand! We mooch about poking at things with a stick until lunchtime. After, Peters wanders back to the jetty which we have learned is 6 Ks long -- some jetty. He watched one guy with a net catch enough small herring, to use as bait, and filled his big bucket with only 2 casts of his net. He found a conch shell with a hermit crab inside it who got very vexed with him as he tried to make him move house! Then he saw another bloke on the jetty catch a couple of Brim ( not Bream) Nice silver fish about 3lb each and good eating apparently. It’s times like this that he wishes he was a fisherman.