As discussed yesterday I had a date with an auto electrician
set for 8:30am in Warrnambolle about a 35 minute drive and I had to get the
groceries while I was there to avoid being mugged by the small town grocery
store over summer holidays epidemic. Old mate (sorry I can’t remember his name)
really knew his stuff and was incredibly enthusiastic about how good Redarc
products are but after 40 minutes he still couldn’t figure why the hell the
battery wasn’t getting enough charge. I felt kind of satisfied while still a
little disillusioned that I had not been able to find the solution either! As
an afterthought he yanked on the +ve wire that connects the charger to the battery (that’s
the really important one) and it simply pulled out. The installers, who shall
remain nameless suffice to say it wasn’t me and cost me a fair bit of coin,
hadn’t been bothered to crimp the terminal onto the wire and had resulted in
such a bad connection that a lot of the plastic covering on this wire had also
melted! We rejoiced and old mate promptly fixed it and charged me $80 for the
pleasure. I hate spending money but I was happy that this was fixed and I
didn’t need to check it 3 or 4 times a day to see if it was working.
I headed back to Port Fairy and picked up the van then
headed to the Aquatic Centre where De and the boys were utilising a free entry
pass that we got with the van park stay. A quick swim, a bit of a wonder and
drive around town, including an attempt to go to the light house that took us
to a beach 5 kms away that had an even better view and we were off.
On the way we visited a site called the Crags. It wasn't overly spectacular but the water in the pond formed by the Crags looked very inviting!
When I imagine rivers I think of water flowing swiftly or at
least slowly towards the ocean with the tides playing a part in the strong
movement of water as you get closer to the mouth. Well think again in this part
of the world. In terms of water flow I think the Murray, about 500kms north of
here, is about the only river that runs
or is spring fed or something like that. As for tidal movements with only 50cm
difference between high and low tide over a 12 hour period it ain’t exactly
gushing out of the mouth!
We set up camp and had a bit of a wonder down to the mouth
of the river and tried to relax and enjoy ourselves, like we did yesterday,
when the kids weren’t around. Yep, you guessed it, it didn’t work.
Now I have spent a bit of time in western Queensland and NSW and thought I had a pretty good idea what it was like to be annoyed by flies...they were pretty bad in the Vic higlands but this place takes the cake. They were bloody everywhere!!!
(This is my first attempt to upload a video - no idea if it will work or not!)
As the boys
headed off to bed I headed to beach for a dusk session of beach fishing.
Apparently this is the place to catch Gummy Sharks and the 15 or so people with
their 30 or 40 rods at mouth of the
river made me believe it was true.
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3 hours later without a single bite for me
or anybody else that I could see I decided to call it a night and crawled into
bed just a little cold and tired. Jack was excited as we were putting Rufus,
the boat, in tomorrow and were finally going to have a proper fish.
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