Our Travel Adventures: 20, 21st and 22nd Nov Fish and Stitch and sand . Yeppoon

Just fishin, eating, sewing , sleeping and chillaxing ....x

22nd Nov, Sun sea and lots of sand ....So the start of another new day. Now being out in a nice sunny country's fine, but when you cant get a sodding lay in co's yer all wrapped up in hot sheets, yer ar*e is frying, puddles of sweat are starting to form and its still only six thirty, it really is time to get up.

Well me foots feeling much better, I don't think I'll be able to waltz on it though, probably because I couldn't waltz in the first place. ...Anyway, cos she's been cooped up for the last day or so, its decided to take the pooch down the beach for a walk, so poo bags, lead, drinking bowl, ball chucker (its worse than taking a baby) its in the car and off to the beach. Not long later we're pulling in to the parking area at the edge of the sand, the dog jumps out and the first thing it does is have a dump, great, this is where the poo bags come in. With a lighter dog, we toss our shoes in the back of car. Lin decides not to take the ball chucker cos shes fed up with everyone watching her run down the beach after the ball, so we just make for the ramp, onto the beach. As soon as we hit the sand, we knew we made a mistake, I never knew sand could get so hot before it turned to glass. Lin and me both had a quick go at the jitter bug, jive and the can, can before giving up and just run into the water. At this point I came to realise that my hopes of walking on hot coals would never happen. The dog seem to think its all a game and just dashed out into the water up to her arm pits, came running out, then dived head first into the sand, using its face as a break, just as we both thought the dog had tripped, up it got, ran back into the water and did the whole thing over again, not once, a couple of times, each time ending in laying on her back and squirming like a worm. I think the sun must have finally fried her brain, still the trip home sitting on Lin's lap should be interesting.

I cant get over this beach, its so wide, flat and clean and the waters so warm and clear. We've been down here a few times now, and there never seems to be more than one or two other people on it, if that. Mabe its the sight of the dogs going face first into the sand that keeps em away, who knows?, thinking about it, who cares?. Well me foot starts to kick back in, (ha, ha, pun) and by now the dogs coat is so full of sand, its going bandy legged with the weight, so its time to head back. once again, its a few excerpts from Saturday night fever before we break into the runny hoppy thing across the hot sand, back to the car.

We're out, its lunch time and thoughts of our favourite fish bar come to mind. Ten minuets later, the ball of sand jumps off Lin's lap and we find a table outside. Red Snapper for me, fish bites for Lin and a bowl of water for 'Sandy'. There something about eating outside in the shade on a warm day, good food, good coffee and a drooling dog watching ya eat, that really screams Australia.

Time to head home and wash some of the sand out the dog. Some kid tried patting it into the shape of a sand castle, but when it tried to pour water into the dungeon, I had to draw the line.

Back home, out comes the bath and the dog knows whats coming and don't want none. Lin had to drag it into the water and the dog was soon looking like a drowned rat standing in an inch of sand. I don't think the dog thought much of the bath, but as sure as sh*t, it loved the towelling off. That just leaves cleaning out the car. Just a quick tip. Do not, under any circumstance, put a dog, full of sand, into a car, BEFORE it shakes....

Bendigo beach ....