CAMPSITE # 29 - Gillards Beach Mimosa National Park NSW

One of the advantages of living a nomadic life is how out of the loop you are from the going's on back in 'real life'. Tom and I realised when went went into a pub the other day - we were instantly attracted to the TV. We then realised it had been over six weeks since we last watched any TV. We quickly updated ourselves with all of the vital information a) Oprah bought an Acubra b) Prince William & Whats-her-name are getting married c) Brangelina are going for baby # 98. I think it's safe to say that we're coping quite well without TV of the real world. 

And there I was thinking that by becoming a hippie/nomad I would no longer have to be reminded of our embarrassment of a PM to then go and stay at a campsite sharing the same name. Contrary to the name -Gillard's Beach was actually quite pleasant. The beach itself was roughly 300 metres of practically untouched shoreline. And we shared it with just a few other campers at the site.
When Tom went to introduce himself to our neighbours, Jess and Justin, they were trying to get away from him cause they thought he was the ranger. The whole time Tom & I and Jess & Justin stayed at Gillard's Beach the ranger never turned up. It's normally $10 per person per night so ontop of having a gorgeous beach practically to ourselves, we had all of the national park perks without the $$$.
What else can you do in a time like this but celebrate? So Tom and I tucked into the Spag Bowl Jess and Justin had generously cooked for us and the four of us enjoyed loads of cheap and nasty red wine and a very competitive game of cards (that I still can't remember the rules to but the main thing is the girls are, once again, reigning champions).
We must have knocked Jess right out cause the next day I think she was struggling to put two words together and was in bed the next day by 6:30pm :) Once again, Jess and Justin have been added to the list of lovely people we have met along the way and hopefully we can meet up once again somewhere down the track. 

Since our stay in Blackwater NSW about 6 weeks ago, we have been noticing a concerning number of dead birds washed up along the beach. All from the same species, these Short-tailed Shearwaters, have been sweeping up along NSW shorelines, sometimes in their thousands per shoreline. Initially, we were really sad for the birds and concerned that it was due to heavy storms or poisoning (somehow). Then, as our visits to the beaches grew, our concern for these birds lowered and they became more of a pain in the butt to have to navigate around. 

Turns out, these birds migrate from the Artic in their millions as they head towards the south for summer. As the flight is so long and they fly in such strong numbers, the ones we stumble over on the beaches are the weak that couldn't quite make the final leg. And they're everywhere!! 

When we first got to the beaches they looked rather fresh now they're just festie old feathers and rib cages.Very eerie but apparently completely normal. You just have to be very strategic about where you lay your towel down to sunbake.

Obviously need to put down that lethal glass of goon..

Essential man tools...

Charlie working on his tan...

Eggie bread on the camp oven...

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