I arrived at Hat Head campsite at about 6pm Monday to find no running water, considering my state of uncleanliness this was most unwelcome news:( The toilets were just deep holes with seats on them, I hadn't realised how much I like to peer at my stools lol. It gives me a sense of my well being and general health which a thud into the unknown just can't replace. Anyway enough of that, Dave is right when he says I'm from a family obsessed by our bowel movements.
This was the view from the top of the sand dune next to the snail house. I just got there too late to capture the depth of colour but I liked the contrast of the ivory sand dunes against the forest greens.
I'm getting all a bit blase about kangas and roos these days, this family gathering was there to greet me at 7am when I first stuck my sleepy head out of the snail. Mr Kanga had a very impressive morning glory which I failed to digitally capture, I suppose he deserved to keep his dignity intact:D
So yet again I packed up the snail and headed for Hat Head centre. Hat Head is where people go to die and is a collection of retirement homes and holiday cabins, there is one shop and a closed down restaurant. My presence lowered the average age of the population considerably being a mere slip of a girl at 42! I have aptly renamed it Mortsville for obvious reasons and being immortal myself have no intention of ever returning;)
But the headland and coastline were stunning and made the trip worthwhile.
This is the secluded beach where I chose to bathe and get clean. After 3 days without a shower I needed to give Adilady's nooks and crannies a good salty soak so went in nude. Of course as soon as I got naked and jumped in the ocean a group of geriatric power walkers (oxymoron?) arrived. I'm guessing they got a big surprise, maybe they thought I was a mermaid or sea nymph lol.
After my bath I did a trek around the headland, remembering to get dressed first of course. Just a few pictures as it started to rain and I have shared a gzillion pictures of the sea. To be honest I am getting mountain withdrawals but after missing out on the Blue Mountains there aren't any accessible climbing opportunities:(
I liked the impressionistic, washed out feel of this photo and it has a mountain in it all be it far away.
A glimpse of blue sky.
I was gonna chill on the beach for the day but there was an almighty thunder storm so I hopped in the snail and made for Coff's Harbour. It was there that I met and spent time with Dale and Kate.
Coff's Harbour is quite a big town and I booked two nights at the campsite as I was getting urban withdrawals. Dale and Kate were camped right next to me and unlike some were really friendly and chatty when they saw that I was on my own. They are born again Christians (which I haven't got a problem with) but unlike any Christian I have ever met have sold all their worldly possessions to give the money to the poor and are heavily involved in projects in both India and Africa. They get by on housesitting or living out of their car and in a tent. Both have led colourful lives, Kate was unmarried and pregnant at 16, a big taboo in the 70's and Dale had a terrible childhood and is a recovered drug addict. The conversation was a tad fire and brimstone and they believe the apocalypse is nigh. I think Dale was testing me out to see if I would bite and get argumentative; needless to say I didn't, I enjoyed the banter and respect their beliefs. Obviously they believe our meeting was engineered by God, so that's two more people praying for my soul which can't be bad. Dale said I am smarter than the average bear and as a mere sinner have a better chance of escaping wailing and gnashing of teeth compared to the hypocrite Pharisees that pay lip service on a Sunday as their insurance policy lol; I took that as a backhanded compliment. Believing the teachings of the bible makes them homophobic and anti gay, that I find hard to tolerate. Their views are as absurd as daddios, how anyone can believe that being gay is a life choice astounds me. Of course there is always the exception that proves the rule which is used to fuel the debate. Maybe they haven't had to deal with a suicidal teenage boy who would rather die than accept who they are? Or maybe they have and tried to cure through the power of prayer?!?
I spent today with Kate, pottering around the shops, strolling through the botanical gardens and drinking coffee on the harbour front.
I really liked the contrast between these orange and purple blossoms.
Kate knew a bit about flowers, apparently this is called the passion fruit flower...
And this nicknamed the 'potato flower' tree.
I just liked the bark on this tree.
And here's a cheeky kookaburra.
Kate was great company and we chatted about this and that and swapped life stories. We had dinner with Dale who continued to enjoy the banter. Tomorrow I'm off to pastures new but not before a coffee with my new found, unlikely friends. I saw an advert for dermarolling so have booked myself in before I leave, now there's divine intervention. I will turn up to Maureen's looking like a scabby old bag; what can I say? Vanity is one of my many flaws. Before I sign off a joke from Dale that will make daddio smile:
'How do you make holy water?
Boil the hell out of it.'
Hope all is well in blighty, much love as always, Adilady over and out xxx
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