Last nights overnight temperature was pretty darned cold and unfortunately I wasn't quite prepared for it. After staying up later than I really should have processing the days photos and spending a bit of time on the internet, I managed to get quite cold and on going to bed just couldn't warm up. It was almost..... almost..... as bad as our first night at Ulara although this time the electric blanket was on and still didn't make a difference. In the wee hours of the morning I finally gave up and rugged up in some warm clothes including thick socks, and finally started to thaw out and went to sleep. The one thing that was pleasant about all those waking hours was the sound of the ocean just behind the van.
We had a lovely relaxed morning including breakfast and a long walk on the beach with the dogs. Pretty much having the beach to ourselves we wandered along and took photos. The dogs of course checking out every piece of driftwood and seaweed they came across.
Back at camp and we had forgotten about the milk truck which meanders through camp every couple of days - complete with mooing horn. It was such a reminder of my childhood days of caravanning at Lorne when both a milk and a bread truck would come through the camp every couple of days.
Wanting to make the most of what is effectively the last day of our holiday before we spend the next two days making our way home, we took a drive back up to Noosa to take in the scenery again. Along the way we happened across this huge school of fish next to one of the many one lane bridges. We dropped a small stone in the river and boy did that get them excited!
These people seemed to be overseeing our actions too.
The locals obviously have a sense of humour judging by this mailbox.
The water birds are just amazing and we had to smile at this little white dude who I am sure if he had a theme song it would have been the Pink Panther as he stalked some of the fish taunting him nearby.
This lone Pelican floating on the water definitely encouraged us to take his photo and then turned to swim off back to the bridge as if to say "That's it - enough photos people!"
The scenery was simply stunning, the pelicans continued to be a source of amusement, but in the end I did a Shane, got bored and started taking silly photos.
And so our last night in Tathra drew to a close with the waves crashing on the beach in the background.......
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