A SEASIDE CHRISTMAS

Fruit salad, Grey River Christmas

Putting up decorations for Christmas at Grey River

Toasted croissants, Grey River Christmas

Breakfast BBQ for Christmas at Grey River

Christmas muffins for breakfast at Grey River
Fruit salad, Grey River Christmas

Christmas Breakfast, Grey River

Linesman fixing powerline, Grey River Christmas

Little Dog receives his present with suspicion, Grey River Christmas

Dylan's Christmas present Swainston's Fish of Australia, Grey River Christmas

Charlie and Little sitting on dad's lap, Grey River Christmas

Tom taking Wardy out spearfishing, Grey River Christmas

Fisherman and fisherdog on the beach, Grey River Christmas

Trout, Grey River Christmas

Watercolour fish, Grey River Christmas

Gracie dog decorated for christmas, Grey River Christmas

Hash browns, Grey River Christmas

Christmas Dinner, Grey River

Birthday cake, Grey River Christmas

Chess, Grey River Christmas

Stormy weather took out the power lines so Christmas  morning began with a crackling fire and smokey toasted croissants. Traditions of plastic trees, turkey and shouting matches are made to be broken: family, friends and fishing are much nicer. Chocolate birthday cake is pretty delightful as well.

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SECRET PLACES IN SPRING

Fishing by where the river meets the sea, the Otways

Rock sitting by the river, the Otways

Fishing off a rock, the Otways

Searching for a snag, the Otways

Rethreading the fishing rod, the Otways

Blue skies diminishing, wrapping up against the chill, the Otways

Plants growing in the dunes, the Otways

The wind began to pick up, the Otways

Sand through our toes, the Otways

Running for cover, the Otways

Packing up in the wind, the Otways

Rugging up against the wind chill, the Otways

Homeward bound through the reeds of the estaury, the Otways

…and the wind blew in, sand turned savage began biting our legs. What seemed like an easy wade across the river mouth before became treacherous as I began to sink, the sickly quick sand like slurry giving way beneath me to gobble up legs to the knee. I pulled myself free as the clouds rolled in and we ran for the cover, although I think some were secretly running towards lunch as our hooks remained empty. But lovely remote spots are wild like that, and that is their charm.

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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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