We’ve decided to stay one more day in Mallacoota. It’s Australia Day and the pub is throwing a big bash, including a thong-throwing competition and bogan dress-ups.
Tempting, but we decided to go to the beach instead – gorgeous!
This morning I took a walk into town and kept going until I hit the water. Captain Stevenson’s Point is a good place to sit and take in the view.
On the way back, I stopped off at the Men’s Shed. Built with a rural health grant in 2004, it’s overseen by the local health service. Billed as a vibrant space dedicated to men’s activities and interests, I’ve not seen it opened once since we arrived here. Shame – it’s a good idea, and i’d have liked to take a look around. The Men’s Shed website lists it as “fully operational” and the contact is a bloke called “Celia”… Perhaps all’s not well in the shed?
There are lots and lots of jetties around the town area of the lake which are festooned with all kinds of boats. Mostly fishing boats and tinnies, but I’ve also spotted some lovely couta boats and sailing boats. Looking at details of properties for sale (yes, we always do that!), I love the idea that a handful come with a private jetty.
A bit cooler this morning, so we took the kids on a walk. Through the Shady Gully Reserve we battled about a million mosquitoes and emerged at the water’s edge then around to the bakery for a spot of early lunch. Around the corner the kids discovered an op shop, so pocket money was spent on t-shirts and other knick-knacks. The littlies were pooped by this stage so Indra ferried them home while the rest of us wandered slowly back to camp.
Another lovely morning. The waterfront was quiet and I watched a couple of young anglers pull in a few.
Further around the inlet, I saw a bloke hop off his pony and tie it up on the foreshore before wandering off in the direction of the moored boats – seemed a perfectly reasonable method for getting around these parts…
