A Day BY The Bay

t was a wild old night. I kept waking and hearing the wind blowing. It did not let up and the morning was just as bad. Our accommodation faced west which was the wind direction and we copped it full on. Opening our front door was an interesting exercise.

We had been arguing, mildly, about today. I had wanted today to feature a unique Coffin Bay experience. The Antique Shop, Cafe and Pig Farm experience. Where else can you get it all? Marjan though wanted the more classical cultural experience of A Day AT The Bay. This is Coffin Bay doing a day that brings in visitors from near and far and they do food and music........and it seems, wind.

Marjan of course was victorious and so A Day IN the Bay it was. It did not kick off till later in the morning so we variously walked, did Internet stuff with banks and accommodation places, caught up on some washing, played with photos, read books and had cups of tea and biccies.

There was a market on today as well so we caught that first. Marjan bought some fig jam and some carrot cake. So we had patronised half the stalls.

We started our A Day ON The Bay with a drink, local wine and beer, and some oysters at the Yacht Club listening to a very nice young singer. It was very pleasant.....the Coffin Bay CBD is north facing with land/hills on the other three sides, so the wind was manageable, and we found a warm spot inside.

After a while we felt we needed to share the moolah with other provedors and so we headed down the oyster trail to 1802 where we had another drink, some more oysters, prawns and joy of joys.....some pork from our never to be visited antique shop/cafe/pig farm. It was raining and windy here, but we manageD to snag a spot behind a brick wall when the courtesy bus dropped by and half the tables emptied. So Marjan, in her arctic sleeping bag coat was snug and alcoholically primed and listening to the musician who had fled inside, via the outdoor speaker.

Have I mentioned that emus seem to just wander wherever the like here. Wish people had little pick up bags for their droppings.

The in water oyster bars do not do much trade at high tide.

Some more oysters at Beachcomber's whilst watching the owner being interviewed for local TV ......ribs at the pizza joint as I could not face an oyster pie, whilst listening to a duo who kept thanking their family for coming and the little kids for dancing.....and we were done. The other two venues would have to look after themselves. Slightly heady from the drink and full from all the food we headed back to our digs where I promptly fell asleep contemplating the fact that I have probably had more oysters in the last few days than I have had in the past.....oh say six decades. That was A Day NEAR The Bay.