Day 37 - 39 Farm Beach
Trip Start Dec 01, 2008
91Trip End Nov 08, 2009
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Farm Beach Caravan Park
Maegan wakes crying at 4.30, then screaming at 6am. She has a crick neck and can barely move without causing herself intense pain. I am not sure if we are going to be able to leave for Farm Beach as planned. She has to be calmed down and has one hand permanently on her neck and isn't able to sit up from her lying position in bed. We give her a warm cloth and a nurofen in an attempt to ease the pain. I am a little panicked, not knowing how fair dinkum she is. The nurofen kicks in some time later and we are able to get her out of the van so we can pack it up.
I am still not sure how we managed to leave by the expected 10am that morning, but we pushed ahead to Farm Beach not sure what we were in store for with Maegs. It is only 16km away and armed with a near full bottle of nurofen, we hope for the best
It was best for me to take a bike ride, avoiding any further angry words with Greg about where best to position the caravan. Tempers were a little frazzled this morning - it's easy to see now why. We were both tired and a little worried about Maegs. It is absolutely hilarious that we would be arguing over the placement of the van at this campsite, given that there was one other bloke there and so many vacant sites to choose from!
During my ride I notice the beach access point only about 100m away. Whilst there was only one camper, the beach was peppered with 4 wheel drives, tractors, boats and people. Most cars have driven further along the beach to the more sheltered part for swimming etc. There isn't a boat ramp, the majority of boats are launched via tractor and many fishermen leave their tractors in the park, hence Farm Beach. It's easy to access from Coffin Bay and makes a good day trip. Apparently the fishing is excellent.
I ride to the top of the hill and try to see where Gallipoli Beach is, so named because scenes from Peter Weir's Gallipoli were shot there
We decide to ride to the other end of the beach as we cannot drive on to get to where I think it would be better out of the wind. But due to a "miscommunication" (read Greg and I are still not speaking) we set off on what turns out to be a 4km bike ride on a dirt road, into a head wind, not to the sheltered part of Farm Beach but to Little Douglas, a completely different area.
The beach was beside us yet we foolishly pushed on, despite Maeg's sore neck and her constant whinging about not wanting to ride. We were so bloody pig headed, not wanting to turn back. At least there will be a tail wind home, we explained to an ever growing despondent Maegan. Max didn't care, he was happy to be riding on an adventure and avoiding the little black snakes that would occasionally slither onto the road.
The water at Little Douglas beach smelt horrible, we were all starving and exhausted, so we persevered and had a short swim to try and cool down; we still had to ride 4km back! Anyway we made it back (just) and walked to the beach after lunch for a sensational swim in the clear, clean, non smelly water 150m from our campsite
Whilst on the beach we ran into our neighbour from Coffin Bay (the winemaker who had gifted us the bottle of Penfolds), he had been out all day fishing with a mate. They were telling us that the cars and tractors were lined up 100 deep here on the previous Saturday. It is hard to imagine a traffic jam; I haven't seen a traffic light for ages!
The tractor park is beside the campsite and there's a tractor cemetery also. The kids are intrigued and want to play in them. It is by far the weirdest thing I have come across - more tractors than caravans, cars, boats or people for that matter. The children have a ball checking out all the different varieties. They are able to sit in the seats, move the gears around and re-enact the Cars movie scene where Mater takes Lightening McQueen out to a paddock for some late night fun.
B.N is extremely pleased to find the overnight rate is $5; however after paying the fee we notice there is no running water in the toilet block. Another couple have since arrived and Greg has a chat to them to ask about the water and flushing issues. Frank & Margaret from Wagga (with kangas stickers on the back of their car) have already called the council; they are supposed to be coming to fix the problem in the morning. Greg decides we will not be paying the rate tomorrow night if we decide to stay, stating we are not getting the facilities we paid for tonight
We wake to find it had rained last night; everyone was trashed from the bike ride the previous day and didn't even notice. We have quite a few wet things, mainly kid's toys. I am not sure I want to spend the day in a non-powered site by the beach if it's going to rain all day. Luckily the sun is back out within an hour, so we decide to stay. I knew the B.N would be in a good mood re our savings by staying here and I was thinking perhaps it would be worth getting into his good books re the budget!!
Now it is clear, we go off in the car in search of Gallipoli Beach. After the second attempt, we find the access to it is a sharp descent on the eastern end of the cliff. It is a truly beautiful little cove, so small in fact that we marvel at how they must have got all the equipment in for filming and for the cast. We make a note to hire the DVD when we get a chance. Maegs neck is still sore and we are giving her nurofen for it pretty regularly during the day. She is turning her whole body when she tries to look right; I wince every time I see her do it. Greg throws a line in and loses it on a snag as quickly as he casts it. After an hour of exploration we leave for lunch.
A third family has arrived later that afternoon; Jasmine (6) and Bree (3) from Whyalla provide the kids with some company. The couple from Wagga are real "have a chats" and appear as if out of nowhere if you are standing still long enough outside your van!
Greg and I enjoy our latest and last bottle of wine over dinner alone, thankfully. We cannot decide if we will stay in Elliston tomorrow or try another free camp on the other side at Walkers Rock. The "have a chats" have expressed a desire to go to Walkers Rock so that may well be the deciding factor. We will have to wait and see when we get there.