Monday, 28 September 2009

Swans, puddles and pot-holes




















Greetings from Huskisson White Sands Caravan park, where one must endure white sands, turquoise waters and sorry to say, Dolphins!! It's an understatement to say that it was blowing a gale when we arrived on Saturday, which continued through Sunday accompanied by frigid air from the artic circle or somewhere equally cold. But we braved the rugged conditions to visit the Bay and Basin Anglican church on Sunday morning to fellowship with our Husky brothers and sisters. The building is quaint, people friendly and the sermon down to earth.





































Later on in the day, dad and Trish arrived while we were huddled up under doonas in the ve-hicle. We extricated ourselves to do a tour round our place, followed by the Afternoon Nap, followed by the BBQ dinner at their place (cabin opposite us) thanks to dad braving the cold whilst We prepared the periferals safely In of Doors.





















Joy of joys we woke up this morning to a light breeze and blue skies. During my morning walk along the beach I was treated to a pod of dolphins playing in the water. If you look closely you can see one in this picture...




















We headed off to explore the surrounds in Dolly the 4WD (named for her Big Front). So eventually we found the 4WD track that dad had in mind, taking us around the perimeter of Swan Lake which appeared from one side to be swan-less, but from a different vantage point, where we decided to stop for lunch, more swans than you could poke a stick at! Being an accountant and all, dad felt compelled to do some rough calculations as to approximate numbers and came up with 'thousands'... Unfortunately these photos don't capture the breadth and depth of the herd... wait, pack? pod? flock? I think it's flock... With the naked eye one might say they were merely 'black' and not doing much at all, but through the binocks they were actually variations of dark brown with bright red beaks, white feathers at the tips of their wings and busy as beavers: honking away to each other, preening and cleaning, head down / fluffy bottom up for whatever it is they eat and various courting manoeuvers... What a treat!










































Back to the 4WD track and we encountered some Puddles and Pot-holes... here is Dolly strutting her stuff...




































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