POINT QUOBBA

POINT QUOBBA HAS SOME 20
HOLIDAY SHACKS THAT HAVE BEEN
CONSTRUCTED WITH ANY AND
EVERYTHING AVAILABLE

THUR 10 - SAT 12.10.2013: Wednesday had been a beautiful wind free day so the Leyland meteorologists determined that there was no need to pull the awning in overnight. At 4.00am we woke to the motorhome being rocked with great gusts of wind from side to side. The momentous decision was made - pull the awning in. Clad in our glamorous pajamas that had been designed to combat the heat (tank top and short shorts), we stood at the door ready to face the elements. Sybil ventured out first and as the thongs were laid on the ground such was the wind that they blew away. Out into the dark to retrieve the thongs! Both assumed our positions and soon realised that this was not to be an easy feat – we thought it was raining, but no it was sea spray and this led to us being unable to see anything through our glasses. Bring the awning in – the wind made it difficult to hold it down long enough to lower the arms – the awning will not wind up – too much wind. Okay, put the awning back up. Not happening! One wind de-flapper broke away and had to be relaced – two university degrees between us, but it took 10 attempts to turn the Velcro round the correct way! The next attempt at putting the awning up both wind de-flappers blew off – all this time the awning is billowing up and down due to the gale force winds, plus the motorhome heaving along with it. Take it down again – finally we heard the click of the mechanism which should automatically withdraw the awning, but the strength of the wind had prevented this from happening. Next step - manually retract it! This was working except force had to be exerted to keep the awning from ‘flying away’. Carole laid her chest and six pack across the arms and Sybil just simply laid on it! The awning was about six inches from being in place and it jammed with neither person able to leave their post to fetch a ladder! It was inched back into place and locked away. It was now time to collect dog beds, seats and mats that had been strewn all over the area. Finally all was in place – Madison and Shayden of course needed to go to the toilet – walked out and Madison nearly became a poodle balloon! After what seemed like an eternity we retreated to Poodle Palace – having had a shower and washed hair that evening we stood covered in sea salt and spray, plus of course sand. The wet tank top look was not a pretty sight - oh if only we’d had a spare hand for photographs to record the night’s activities! The next day one could not count the number of bruises and sore muscles that had been gained from the night’s activity, even the six pack scored some bruising!

BEACH, CORAL REEF AND LAGOON