Glinks Gully

On a blustery Saturday afternoon a few individuals from the Cole clan braved the rain and gail force winds out at Glinks Gully.





We trekked along the beach and then climbed the sand dunes, walked along the worn track leading to their old family camp site.



The remains still on the site were few. The most sentimental items were the smoke house and a wash tub, battered and eroded.





After Jef's great uncle Mostyn's funeral there had been talks of coming back out to Glinks Gully for a bout of flax darts flying - like they did in the good old days. So here we are, making flax darts in the middle of a beautiful storm.





As you can see we also had to make a rain coat for Kien, as the jacket I packed for him was not waterproof (although I did think it was).



Flax dart throwing...





...and Kien playing with a dart in the flourishing yellow lupins.



It's good to meet up with Jef's family out here.


Jef's cousins, Jacki, Jeanette and Marian in their city slicker gumboots.

They headed off, leaving us to hang around for a while longer.



I was told Jef's great uncle Mostyn made this track.



Jef's second cousin, Leanne, and her kids wanted to climb the sand dunes. So we all headed up there.





Along the way we found some darts that had landed.



We didn't go all the way to the top - but almost.



The west coast, always so wild, was today matched by the weather.





Our long walk back along the beach was fabulous. I breathed in the salty air and allowed all my senses to be overwhelmed. At this time, in this place, we were the only people to have this experience all to ourselves.



Good bye, Glinks Gully. We shall see you again soon.