Day 61 Starvation Bay

New Years Eve
Surprisingly, I wasn’t required to clamour out of my bed in the early hours to deal with some disaster caused by the wind and rain. I did, in fact, sleep through the night, like a veritable baby. There was no rain, and hardly a breath of wind. Although the morning was overcast, the grounds are dry and the birds are chirping away, confident their nests are safe for another day at least.
It’s cold here, where the wind blows off The Southern Ocean. For 60 days, I didn’t wear long pants of any kind and today, I found myself in trackydaks and hoody. Jacqui was convinced her tan would disappear over night as she searched through the van for her winter clothes. The search didn’t last long with the sun emerging not long after breakfast so we loaded the rods onto the roof and took a drive along the beach looking for a likely spot to throw in the lines. After an hour of catching weed, we called it quits and headed back to the van. The boys worked on their travel diaries until lunch and we began the afternoon with a long walk along the beach exploring into all the rock pools for crabs, fish and shells. Jacqui found a spot out of the breeze and we left her to soak up the rays while we boys hunted. By 4:30, (no daylight saving), we were back at the van and had the cards back out for Uno with the kids while we worked out what our New Years Eve feast would look like. We took a stroll around the camp-site and dropped in on our new friends, Frank and Helen and they agreed to come around after dinner for a NYE drink.
Jacqui whipped up some pasta perfection with a few stray mushrooms, onions, some cream and bruscetta, (can’t spell in Italian), and we’d just finished cleaning up when our visitors arrived. After a couple of beers and some champagne for the girls, we had another visitor letting us know that the fireworks were about to begin. Who expects fireworks in the middle of the bush when you’re surrounded by nothing but cockies and kangaroos? It appears the local farmers have been coming to Starvation Bay for New Years, for the past 40 years and somehow we’d nestled ourselves right in amongst them. Fireworks on the beach are part of the tradition, while not quite Sydney Harbour, the kids and adults alike appreciated the effort and enjoyed the show.
After the show it was back to our van for a couple more drinks and when the boys began nodding off, we celebrated midnight in Sydney, (9pm in WA), and called it a night at about 10:30pm.
Happy New Year to all our readers, even though we have no mobile or internet reception.
Cheers
Jorg & Jacqui