A Little Too Cosy

Well peeps. Here we are on Easter Sunday still in Cosy Corner listening to Arcade Fire and Pete Murray on the Bose system. Michael is sorting out his rusty tackle and preparing his rod for a few rounds on the morrow. Starting to really feel the itchy feet pulling me towards the SA border and the map books are on the table ready to plot our path. 

The Kayak has been put to good use catching fish especially on Good Friday where Michael was instructed to bring back enough Snapper and Whiting for fish and chips in the evening. He had a skip in his step and suicidal fish on the brain as he prepared to muster the great ones from the ocean. The excitement was palpable as he eagerly rallied the mindset needed to take him into battle.

One must have incredible patience watching Michael preparing to take on the deep blue. Everything has a place and everything is arranged in minute detail. Just like the soldier going out to combat, he arms himself with a plethora of tools to do the job whilst I the good little wifey must pack a lunch to keep up the warriors strength and stand by the ocean waving him off into the deep blue. It is very amusing especially as the first thing that happened was a big wave swept the kayak off the beach before he could finish provisioning. Along with the wayward kayak went one kayak shoe and a lonely 3 buck thong. Both are sucked into the sea while Michael, hands waving anxiously, scans the ocean for his precious possessions.  Before you know it, he’d jumped into the Kayak and was madly paddling back and forth looking for what was his. The Kayak shoe never surfaced but the thong did. He had unwittingly made his sacrifice to the sea gods with the shoe and had now to regain his dignity by sticking to the original plan to murder some fish. Arriving back at the beach bedraggled and soaked he resumed his preparations with more than a few wary glances behind him.

In the meantime like a scene from a romance novel a number of bare breasted men with long tightly curled hair emerged from a bush track, some leading horses and some riding bare back. I really had to look twice as a gypsy woman skipped (she really did skip) onto the beach behind them with two prancing dogs. They tossed their hair with abandon (girls and boys alike) and flashed their pearly whites as they paraded down the beach. What a diverting sight for the backpacker bikini girls frolicking in the cold water trying to attract their attention. Well, after that surreal distraction it was back to camp for me and a long day of doing not a lot. Although unsuccessful with Snapper and Whiting, Michael did come back with about 15 Herring and filleted enough for a beautiful dinner. The contest won he rounded out the day with a well-deserved beer - nourishment for his not so hairy one pack.

Saturday we took a quick trip to Denmark for what the locals called the ‘Best Market’ in the South West (JOKE). Same old, same old as every local market minus fresh produce but the place was heaving with people down for the Easter Weekend. I hated every moment of it. Felt choked by the lack of space surrounding me.  Give me a sleepy town and rolling countryside anytime. We visited some local galleries but found nothing that indicated any talent before lunching in a local café. Now that was excellent. I think we have discovered what Denmark is really about. Food and wine.

What is with personal space? I am sure many people just don’t understand the concept or maybe they are so full of themselves, they feel they are gifting you with their presence. For example our next door neighbour felt so uncomfortable with the Boorish caravanner a few sites up, Big Trev they felt they had to sneak out at the crack of dawn to get away without interrogation.  Thankfully Michael’s inimitable style of polite ignoring everyone has worked to our advantage. The ill-mannered really can’t hang around too long when replies are one syllable. Even boorish prats get the message after a while. We had a lovely evening last night though with the couple next door who were simply delightful.  So back to Cosy Corner. Getting a bit too cosy me thinks.  Too many people know our names thanks to nosy Trev. So onwards come Tuesday or Wednesday to Mt Barker and beyond. South Australia here we come!