Two days in Carnarvon later...

They have a wonderful jetty in Carnarvon called “one mile jetty”, and it really is one mile long. Caleb and I decided to fish off the jetty, carrying all of our equipment out to this wonderfully alluring fishing spot. I certainly needed physio on my shoulder by the time we reached the end. Fortunately it came in the form of casting and catching. One only had to throw the line off the edge and the fish would jump onto the hook. We pulled in so many yellow fin bream that it didn’t seem fair. The guy behind us landed a one-metre shark of the same variety we had landed on Eighty Mile Beach, and he wasn’t keen on eating it. Guess who scored it – and later shared it with the rest of the van park? We had some wonderful company on the end of this jetty, including a loggerhead turtle and a dugong. The bream were lovely eating, although we had to make sure that the shark was eaten first. As we prepare to leave this morning, there is a strong wind blowing from the south, making for a difficult trip towing the van into a howling gale.