Having completed the household chores, catching up on the washing, making a curry for that evening and lunch for today, we were ready. From our camp we crossed the Tidal river bridge and followed the coastal trail to Squeaky beach which followed the headland.
We branched off the track to go out and visit Pinnacle point. The views from this vantage point were wonderful. We could see down to Norman beach where we were camped and across to squeaky where we headed. The scramble up the cone like rocks was well worth it, poor Kev slid most of the way up the rocks as his shoes had no grip at all, I was worried he might slip over the edge but all was well.
The walk down into squeaky beach was stunning amongst the twisted trees. In the gaps were tantalising views of the bay beyond and squeaky all the route down.
As we got lower we could see the aqua colour of the sea and the incredible streaks in the rocks.You can just make out the fishing boat in the bay.
We stopped short of the beach amongst rock similar to Devil’s marbles and in the shelter of the large rocks we enjoyed our lunch in the shade.
From here we took a walk along the length of the beach quite disappointed that we could not get the sand to squeak until we realised the tide was out, once we walked beyond the high area we were rewarded with squeak after squeak and we were happy again. The rounded grains of quartz on Squeaky Beach make a squeaking sound when you walk in the dry sand − hence its name.
At the end of the beach the surfers were just coming in their colourful boards reflecting in the sea. After walking back we braved a swim it was very refreshing but sadly Kev’s phone didn’t enjoy the experience and refused to work after. (He forgot it was in his pocket!).
The walk back was just as enjoyable and mainly downhill but I was quite tired by the end of the day. The curry was easy to heat up for dinner and we headed back out to squeaky on the bike to photo the sunset.
We were so lucky with the weather we had experienced beautiful, still, sunny days, the locals told us the prom usually had a strong wind blowing. We had had perfect weather for a perfect holiday here, thank you prom. Our time in this gem of a place was coming to an end, it was a bank holiday weekend coming up and we were told the place was booked out solid. In fact anywhere by the sea would be crowded so we consulted the map and I found a suitable inland free camp not too far away to spend the bank holiday weekend at. Meanwhile we had one last sunset to enjoy and this really was spectacular.
Next up – White Woman Waterhole.