If.....

Watching were an Olympic sport we would at least be representing Victoria after a solid day at an unfamiliar venue.

But first things.......

The place we are staying at is off the power grid and facing the ocean. The poncey wanker blurb in the information booklet says it has the aesthetic of a fisherman's hut, or caravan on the dunes. It does have a simplicity about it. Rectangular block with a bedroom at either end, and a single kitchen/eating/sitting area in the middle. The one design flaw is that the windows are all in the middle of the big room. So you only get 100 degrees of sea view when napping on the couch. It is that sort of lack of attention to detail that lets places down.

The place has no curtains, so we slept whilst hearing and seeing the foam of the waves...it is a very high energy beach....... and when the clouds broke occasionally, a sky full of stars. Given the lack of curtains we of course woke with the coming of light, again with the glorious surf at our feet.

We had decided we were staying on OUR 250 acres of cliff top land. So after breakfast Marjan took her book to a spot near her binoculars and alternated between reading and staring at the waves. When wave watching she had that Zen like calm that comes from total relaxation.........or the horror of realising that after 36 years she was still married to me.

I decided to wander the block. In very little time I had spotted a blue-breasted fairy wren and a silver eye and more worryingly a number of slithery reptile things. They were probably southern four toed sliders or one of the geckoes, but I had been reading about death adders and eastern browns in the Eyre peninsula so wandered back for some more solid footwear and some cameras. I was looking for artistic photographic possibilities.....yes I know.....poncey wanker.

One particularly interesting find was an area with these egg shaped rocks. There were dozens, some of them broken open. I later found out that they were 100,000 year old weevil cocoon fossils called 'clogs'.

The birds stayed inside the bushes so I could not get focus on them, so I made do with shooting things that did not hide. There were lots of animal tracks, but I only spotted a couple of roos and some more scuttling reptile things.

I got back, after about 90 minutes, to find that Marjan had moved..........I wandered down to the beach where she was collecting flotsam and jetsam. Each to their own.

We lunched, we...well I.....napped. We mostly watched waves. From the deck, from inside, with and without binoculars. We were mesmerised by the waves and the power of the ocean at this beautiful place. We occasionally read our respective books, or were distracted by a bird, a prawn trawler or a cloud.....but mostly we watched waves.

So nothing much happened on our anniversary.