FROM ESTUARY TO OCEAN

Tom and Laura walking from the estuary to the ocean, the Otways

Tom & Dylans walking along the beach with their fishing gear, the Otways

Tom wading through the shallow waters where the river meets the ocean, the Otways

Laura and Tom walking along the beach, the Otways

Cliffs on the beach, the Otways

An abandoned show on the beach, the Otways

Windy beach, 80s denim romper, the Otways

Rocks pools, the Otways

Engraved rocks, the Otways

Engraved rocks on the beach, the Otways

 

It was quiet, an aged man and wife sat on the pier with what looked like very impressive fishing rods indeed. They seemed intent on their lines dangling into the water below and unimpressed by the nosey newcomers grunting “chicken” when question about their bait.

All heads whipped as the dunes began to vibrate and a low thumping sound began rumbling from behind the reeds, the makers of the “doof doof” screamed into site, all four wheel drive and no brains, youths hanging out of every window, sunglasses and smirks. We looked from the narrow bridge, to the bull-bar of the car and lungs halting watched it skim inches past the couple, grim gargoyles with set faces.

On the search for pleasanter company, ie isolation, we headed in the opposite direction to the “doof doof” towards the ocean. We set up rods and waited, but then the cool change came in…

 

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THANK YOU MY FINNED FRIEND

Fishing off the rocks at the beach, Grey River, the Otways

Dylan catching his first and only fish of the day at the beach, Grey River, the Otways

tom spearfishing at the beach, Grey River, the Otways
Tom cleaning the fish at the beach, Grey River, the Otways

Our catch at the beach, Grey River, the Otways

Shelling broad beans at the beach, Grey River, the Otways

Broad beans at the beach, Grey River, the Otways

Fishing and trying to avoid snags at the beach, Grey River, the Otways

Sitting and fishing at the beach, Grey River, the Otways

Little penguin on the beach, Grey River, the Otways

 

We started reducing the amount of meat we ate during our Permaculture course, how could we not after learning about how unsustainable it is and unnecessary? Humans have evolved as omnivores so I’m not about to tell people who love meat they shouldn’t eat it, I don’t think it is unnatural to do so, but we definitely didn’t evolve eating it everyday, perhaps once a week. It was a special thing which involved a lot of skill in tracking and hunting, the animals were not on a production line, they were revered and every part of them from skin to horn were used, nothing was wasted.

We decided to eat only wild meats, ones that would otherwise be a waste product of culling. But slowly becoming more awake to the implications of what I eat, I came to a conclusion…I should only eat what I would be willing to kill myself, with my two hands, no more little styrofoam trays!

After this decision, I realised I didn’t have much of a stomach for such things, the list of meats dwindled to birds and fish. It came to a head when our housemate wanted to hatch a dozen Bantams and kill and eat the roosters. I quietly and shamefully sobbed into my pillow that night and realised afterward I could not eat chicken anymore, so I became a pescatarian. (Of course if you are going to eat chicken my housemates approach was perfectly right, on a farm the extra roosters would to be dispatched, often without being eaten at all.) Then one night I had a nightmare that I had a fish in my hands and it was wriggling and I knew I shouldn’t just let it drown in air, but I just couldn’t deal the fatal stroke . The next time I ate fish I had this niggling guilt, I had to go fishing and see if I could do it before I could eat fish again.

That is how rod in hand (and spear for our British friend) we came to be at the beach fishing off the rocks. Surprisingly the first cast we got, was not what we at first thought was a snag, but a healthy sized fish, and … it was fine. But it did make me more aware of the idea that even eating a fish you have caught yourself is taking a life and it shouldn’t be done too lightly. I am happy to stick to just eating fish that we had caught ourselves. It seems unnecessary to eat it more than that. Meanwhile, is it me or is the average vegetarian food often more gourmet tasting than the usual meat and three veg? There are so many delicious subtle flavours!

Oh I guess I should make mention of the shelling of broad beans on the beach, it can be tedious shelling them so why not get little sun at the same time. On the way back home, catch in hand we spotted a little penguin who had obviously taken a wrong turn and needed a little rest on the rocks before heading to more familiar waters.

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SUN GLINTING OFF SAND

Gracie watching swimmers at the Grey River Beach, the Otways

Wild flowers in the dunes at the Grey River Beach, the Otways

Flowery romper and sun hat at the Grey River Beach, the Otways

Searching rock pools at the Grey River Beach, the Otways

Dylan at the Grey River Beach, the Otways

Dylan playing with Gracie dog at the Grey River Beach, the Otways

Tom chasing Gracie dog with flippers at the Grey River Beach, the Otways

Sunscreen and wetsuits at the Grey River Beach, the Otways

Sitting on rocks in a blue romper at the Grey River Beach, the Otways

The weather was finally dreaming of summer and two gloriously sunny days at the beach made up for weeks of mud and dreary grey skies above tarpaulins. We took our housemates for their first Australian beach adventure and, Antarctic water aside, I was proud of my little Australia, she really can impress when she puts a little effort in. So sun and salt washed away the tiredness, which we had been storing up, a sigh of relief that the main slog of the Permablitz was over and gently pushing the knowledge that there is so many ends untied in the garden out to sea bobbing towards the horizon for at least a few days of lazy leisure.

 

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RAINBOW FALLS

Shells on a bottle on the beach near Rainbow Falls, Australia

Patterns in the sand on the beach near Rainbow Falls, Australia

Waves crashing on the beach near Rainbow Falls, Australia
Orange rocks on the beach near Rainbow Falls, Australia

Purple and orange moss at the base of Rainbow Falls, Australia

Bare feet walking on rocks at Rainbow Falls, Australia

Water drops falling off the Rainbow Falls, Australia

Dylan drinking water from the Rainbow Falls, Australia

Dylan collecting water at Rainbow Falls, Australia

Dylan being eaten by the Rainbow Falls, Australia

Dylan and Gracie the border collie investigate the caves at Rainbow Falls, Australia

The landscape around the Rainbow Falls, Australia

Dylan collecting water in his water bottle from the Rainbow Falls, Australia

Dylan and Gracie the border collie spotting koalas

Koala in a gum tree near Rainbow Falls, Australia

Dylan homeward bound

The Rainbow Falls on the southern coast is one of those magical far away places where you don’t see a soul. Close your eyes and you can imagine you are the first people to have discovered this place.

It is a long winding walk and Dylan and I forgot to take the water so when we reached the falls it was like finding an oasis in the desert. The water fresh and delicious. I wonder how many places like this are left in Victoria.

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