Beachcombing at Bryan's Corner, Coles Bay

With a calm-as-can-be morning to usher in the day a beach walk at Bryan's Corner showed up many items of interest, not least of which was how hard the sand was along the waters edge. It was so hard that I was glad to have brought my shoes as it was making my feet sore. Thought to self: 'that's what our anchor is sitting on. What a good job we really yanked it in a couple of times when we anchored the afternoon before'.

 Gone fishing! Why not?

From the boat it's hard to get a perspective on the length of the beach but by the time we'd walked to a rocky outcrop towards the end of the beach the dinghy was a small speck. Along the way we found a pair of thongs. Not one of two pairs, but an actual pair. A group of 10 people had come ashore earlier from a large ketch that had anchored further up the beach. We recognised the boat as one we'd seen in Wirrina, SA, being renovated for the charter market in Tasmania. How funny to see it again. We thought it had dragged anchor a bit and perhaps the thongs got left on the beach in the haste to get back to the ketch before it got into trouble. The cruising guide did say that the holding was poor at the eastern end of the beach.

From the natural world we found a good assortment of intact shells, a very disguised crab and a few hermit crabs.

   

   

Gorgeous colours and textures too!

Mindful of the ketch dragging and my observation of the sand, we dropped out an extra 10m of chain before going to bed which proved a good idea. Our travel companions Easy Rider, dragged in the wind switch and had to re-anchor in the night. The wind swung from NW to the WSW and freshened, delivering an uncomfortable fetch and a poor night of sleep ahead of our run up the coast.

Mmmm? That sky whispers... "put out more chain, put out more chain".