The Spit

So no beaches was her order! With that said the next day I took her to the beach, oh dear the moaning and groaning I had to listen to. Kids! Anyhow the beach I chose is called The Spit, it lies between the cargo wharf and another jetty that the tugs are tied alongside. It is a long pointy beach and was always a favourite for fishing on when we were kids. So as I dragged her to the end she realised it was a pretty damn awesome spot, so now she is eager to see any beach. Even though she can’t go waist deep just sitting on the water’s edge is great whilst you build sand castles. The waves are small, the water is blue, there are dolphins, the seagulls are going off diving for their dinner, big splashes of god knows what are regular site.

No Crocs sited!