3rd September

The Gibsons Steps has its own sign as a tourist attraction, so off we went and descended down to the sand and sea. Quite soft sand that made walking a bit difficult, as we went and got as close as being dry allowed to one of the 12 Apostles. Many cuttle fish remains here on the beach next to the cliff and Bonnie collected a few. After ascending we drove further on to take a look at the ‘fallen’ London Bridge. It was a double arch joined to the mainland but the section joined had collapsed some years back and is now only one arch, but still impressive. When the arch collapsed there were people on the far section and they were rescued using a helicopter. Took in some more of the sites along the ocean then return to the camp for a late lunch.

Time to cook that damper so I lit the fire pit which was half a 44 gallon drum left full of all sorts of stuff as well as some wood and kindling. Previous b’s had left bags or rubbish, bottles, cans, in the drum, so cleared all that out, stuffed in some fresh newspaper and twigs, and some of the wood I had been carrying in the Ute for the last couple of weeks. A dash of kero and the flames began to roar. As the flames died down a bit I dropped in the camp oven to warm a bit while Bonnie prepared the damper mix.

There are lots of kangaroos at this camp site, and a bit of a stinky smell. It took me a while but the two go together for when I say lots, we counted over 100 roos, living and feeding, and defecating, all in this wonderfully grassed area. The smell however was tolerable and realising it was not my damper although after the first attempt I could have been mistaken.

The fire was a little hot and the damper came out rather black and burntish and doeey. Ah well, lesson learnt, patience is a virtue they say, and the second attempt worked a treat. With all the flames gone and just the dying coals remaining the oven was sat on coals, and topped with coals for 20 minutes to produce a browed, crusty, loaf ready for the application of some Bega Butter, Hmmm