A fine hot day on Saturday. I set off by car with my swag in the boot, and an esky of water, fruit and juice, to try out Betty’s Bay.
Of course as is usual when I head south, somewhere around the Porongorups, the rain set in. Undeterred I carried on.
Saw a few ‘roos on the way, but otherwise an uneventful ride and despite having no GPS I found the road easily. as soon as I arrived I set up camp and went for a dip. That was why I came and nothing was going to prevent it. It has been such a long time, and I need a ritual immersion in the ocean.
Despite the weather, the water was not that cold, for a Kiwi, at least. I was the only person in the water and I did not go far from the beach even though I could tell this was a very safe and sheltered bay, and had been told it is the safest swimming around.
The wind and rain made it actually colder out than in, and I towelled off, put on some dry clothes, and crawled into my sleeping bag to warm up. I dozed, and when I awoke, I found my camping neighbours had moved their camper-van to the other side of the park. From this I inferred that I still snore. A fact confirmed later on in conversation.
I had a good night’s sleep, zipped up tight in my swag. Luckily it was not raining when I needed my midnight trip to the bushes, and I even got to look at the stars for a while before the clouds returned and the rain started again. It was still raining when I rose at 6. The day looked quite bleak.
A shame about the weather. This is a lovely area and reminds me a little of the west coast of Ireland, though the greens are different. I intend to explore it some more. But the weather did not look like improving, and of course I had not packed my anorak or my walking shoes, having expected to spend my weekend swimming in a warm sea under a blazing sun. Ah well. It is a lovely spot and I shall return.