8th, Dec, Sun, Sand and Sea, Cotton Tree

So here we are in sunny Cotton Tree and we've got three nights camping left in Oz. Now as I've said this camp is huge, I would hazard a guess at somewhere round a thousand pitches. We've got um all on here, pop up caravans, trailer tents, fifth wheelers (huge caravans), massive tents. All of these come with two things, loads of awnings and loads of kids. It seems that whole family's ( Grans & Grandads, Mums, Dads, Uncles, Aunts, the odd neighbour and one or two friends they cant get rid of...) book in here for Christmas, years in advance. They get pitches side by side, pull up the caravan and cover whats left in awning. Now of course each of these little groups have got kids, loads of kids and it seems each kid has a bike or skateboard. Crossing Trafalgar square with yer eyes closed is safer than stepping off the curb here. Now for some reason or another, kids seem to enjoy using the toilets here, it could be cos mum and dad cant see um, so they take plenty of sand (the water and paper are already there) to keep themselves busy while their mate/cousin/sibling (or all three) has a dump, its got to the point when someone flushes, it sounds like the tides coming in.

The beach is pretty much the same, find a nice open spot, cast a line and the next thing ya know little joey floats past on a body board with five or six mates, just to make matters worse the little git has the nerve to ask if yer caught anything as he floats past. Its a good job the beach is sand and not rock (I cant throw sand). The beach is something else, for a start, its the only sand I've ever been on that squeaks when ya walk on it, (yea, strange)  We're right on the mouth of a river were it meets the sea, so we have the calm of the river, walk ten paces and the waves are crashing on the shore, this gives rise to a breed of idiot normally only seen doing donuts on the M4 in rush hour. They charge down the river on jet bikes, using the swimmers as a slalom, then see if they can stay on the bike as it hits the waves. Each time I see it, me fingers are crossed, sooner or later I'm gonna get lucky and watch someone break something, the jet ski would be good, arm, leg, or neck would be better, but ya know what they say, the Devil takes care of he's own.

Cotton Tree Beach...

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