And Today? Day ‘Two’

Went well.

Drove to Sanctuary Point and tried to derive from its air while driving or walking around the presence of my friend, who lives there. I imagine her looking at the tremendous expanse of the bay, walking in the basin trail, buying simple things from her local shop. It was lovely. I’m deeply pleased for her and her family.

But needed a shower. I don’t like the camping apps, and don’t like google. But I like maps and decided Vincentia would have the best chance of a beach coldwater shower. Furiously guessing.

On the way, there you go, a Leisure Centre and the friendliest staff I’ve seen in far too long. Offered one for me for nothing. But I insisted, and dug deep for the full fee. 3 bucks.

I used the disabled shower because the others were open. Walking out I saw the cubicle showers.

Then lots of driving around, some walking, and always admiring. It’s a beautiful, beautiful area.

I think I’ve fallen in love with Huskisson. Charming, friendly, interactive and neatly planned. Its confluence of topographical features is remarkable. I could easily set up a studio here and see out my days.

The basics. It’s all about the basics, this much I know.

I found drinking water. Found a hot shower and another cold one if needed. Toilets. Supermarkets, petrol. Stuff to keep me alive. That puts this little spot in the bag. Went well, with the revelatory bonus of discovering a remarkable place, good enough easily to die in, whose names I knew but never properly explored, other than:

Hiring a tinnie and fishing Huskisson, maybe 7 years old, teenage years a few trips to Summercloud Bay (Caves Beach) and getting tubed and dragged across its reef.

So would have I gathered this information and absorbed this experience living in a dehumanising shit box?

I’m miles ahead on in-effect day two.

Federal election results tonight, don’t spoil it.