First Day on the Run

26/11/15 To Cape Willoughby

By the time we woke up, Liz and Scott were long gone, so we sorted ourselves some breakfast, before heading down to the chooks and veggie garden.  The girls were at the door, knowing things were out of order, and having a discussion about the newbies. Will figured out the valves and got some water flowing, so we could water the seedlings, and I got some yummy greens for the hens. It didn't take long to do our daily chores, and let the girls out for a wander.

Betty's unloaded, and helping me with the chickens.

Water the chives, and other seedlings.

They don't have TV reception, the dish is for satellite internet connection. All they can get.

This is all they have, and it is enough for the essentials. 

We made a bit of a tour plan, so today we were checking out this little lagoon area, Penneshaw for supplies, and then head out to the Eastern side and Cape Willoughby Lighthouse. With some food packed, and our utensils, we took Forester and headed to Island Beach, just north of us. It is a very nice beach, well protected from the southerly winds, and plenty of holiday accommodation. 

Island Beach, just down the road from home base. 

Will and Forester, enjoying the Suns warmth.

Next, back into Penneshaw for food, to get through our stay, and then we headed to Antichamber Bay, Chapman River, and Cape Willoughby. The views heading up the hills were very nice, and the sealed road stopped right on the outskirts of town. There was a long stretch of beach at Antichamber Bay, where a couple of blokes were fishing, and you could camp for a fee. A little further along, was the Chapman river, which joins the sea, also with camping. There were toilets and picnic tables too, so we stopped and had lunch. 

Back to Penneshaw for some supplies, then we'll head to Cape Willoughby.

The Chapman River.

Lunch. Good old ham, cheese and tomato rolls.

It was a bit cool, and blowing a gail, by the time we had reached the lighthouse on the south east coastal cliffs. The roads were rough dirt, with lots of hills, and I am even more in awe of Bruce and Marg, who cycled all the way out here. They are truly amazing. After a quick look around the old cottages, and the outside of the lighthouse (you can have a guided tour inside, but we'd missed it), the wind had got to us, so we headed back.  We stopped by the chickens, and saw they were all home, so closed their door, and said good night. We spent the evening watching the wallabies and birds, reading, and relaxing.

Many, many ships have been wrecked on this coast, the last one in 1996.

Historic Lighthouse, that is now automated. 

Impressive sight, and the whale bones too.

Blowing a South Westerly gale, and it looks scary down there.