With kiting on our mind our next stop is Leschenault where the estuary seems a good place. It is big, facing the same way as the ocean (good for the prevailing south westerly wind) and you can walk everywhere.
The camping is 80% permanents and it seems it has Christine on its mind.
The bush camping along Leschenault doesn’t accept dogs so we go to Leschenault camping across the road from the estuary. The wind is straight west which makes it (for me) too hard to leave the shore and a storm’s brewing with gusty wind spikes. So we have some healthy lunch (some have more healthy bits than others) and go for a walk, play some guitar and the like.
That night another downpour wets the bus which keeps us and the chairs under the awning nice dry.
The next day the wind has turned to south west and several times I walk out to the estuary to see if the wind is strong enough for kiting. Not sure what it is but the wind is very gusty again. From perfect one moment, to nothing the next.
We go to the estuary anyway and rig up but stand there like idiots (well, I was. Marjo was her beautiful self). We ended up playing with the dogs instead.
Then Marjo caught dinner, a nice blue swimmer crab.
Unfortunately the dogs didn’t like it so we left it at the estuary.
That evening we watched a movie and slept deep under the doona. The nights have gotten colder again (14 degrees) and it’s almost time to wear socks to bed.
Posted from Leschenault, Western Australia, Australia.
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