Christmas on the beach...
We had a great day, eating sandwiches, playing cricket and body-boarding
(or almost drowning as a wave crashes over you, as I was doing).
Unfortunately we also witnessed the start of what was to become
the most destructive set of bush fires since 1994.
We decided to make a bolt back to Sydney around three in the afternoon. As we drove out of the
national park, we could smell the acrid smoke from the dried up leaves and scrub that was burning a
long way away. The distance was no real comfort as burnt out leaves fluttered down onto the
windscreen. The smell was to stay with Sydney for some time.
Sarnies on the beach, Aussie style!
The bush fires are almost as close as they look...