It was a very cold night last night. Well at least it was for me.

The others were warmed up by body heat proximity if they were sharing a bed, or in Craig’s case, the heat-sweat-friction reaction of the velour covering of an inflatable mattress combined with an in built body night heating mechanism he seems to have had naturally since birth. I however, having an elevated stretcher and no close neighbor other than the wall (entirely by choice; however ignorant that choice might seem), was only warmed by waking up mid sleep and putting on a jacket.

Today, another early rise this time by the east coast Tasmanian sun kissing the tent walls at 5:30am. I did however manage to get in another two hours sleep after this initial wake up. Today we remained in the spot we settled upon yesterday afternoon, down the road from St Helens.

Following a breakfast of pancaked cooked in our gazebo kitchen area we build each camp trip, cooked by our beautiful mother, mother went to town to gather supplies (such as food), along with Lauchlan, while Craig, Dad, Max and I went down to the beach.

As pristine as the beach is with aesthetic value, the weather this morning wasn’t the most befitting to be at a beach. Also an unfortunate steep decline in the sand under water only 5 metres from where the water hits the shore makes it get deep very quickly and the waves only crash at the shore line. However,  undeterred I went for a dip.

The water shares the same icy chill I felt in the air when first arriving in Devenport; and anyone who knows me well would most likely know that the fact that I actually felt the penetrating chill usually associated with the sea must mean that it really is cold. However in usual fashion I acclimatized quickly only to get a mouthful of horridly salty water shortly after.

Following our stint making sandcastles and plunging into the blue sea, we ventured over the orange lichen covered rocks to the highest beach rock point we could see. From here we could see a number of yachts/sail boats at the horizon. As I do not know hoe long the Sydney-to Hobart yacht race traditionally takes, I cannot say for sure that theses boats were in fact competitors in the race. But judging by the number of them there, I’d like to believe they were.

The orange lichen covering the rocks here make for some spectacular photography with the keen eyes of my father. We lounged along the stones and bathed in the rays of the now present sunshine. Not much happened after this venture; we ate lunch as mum had arrived with supplies during our rock walk – hot dogs in rolls if you’re interested.

As the day became increasingly windy I retreated to the tent where dad was taking his usual vacation afternoon siesta that he rightly deserves. I read some of Dawn French’s “A tiny bit marvelous”, which is a read so far exactly as the title suggests.

After dinner we toasted some marshmallows in a fire the boys had fashioned – one of the perks of park camping. As we feel at this stage that we have thoroughly exhausted the possibilities of this area without driving, tomorrow morning we will be moving on to one of the beaches that have been ranked in the top 10 of the world’s best beaches; Wine Glass Bay. Hopefully this journey will be smooth.

xoxo Chani

COSY CORNER WRAP UP

– Beautiful beach aesthetically

– Disappointing if you’re a surfer

– Excellent colours for photography