You saw how delightful it was to be camped near the beach during the day. It only got better in the evening as the fishing boats came racing across the sea to make the final slots to be brought in by the tractor. We, on the other hand, were ensconced on the beachfront cliff, drinks in hand, watching their busyness. Eventually the jumping schools of fish got to much for Mr Fisherman but unfortunately they all got away.
The fish declined to bite.
As sunset fell the bee eaters stopped flitting and we lit our fire all the while looking out to sea. Dinner was easy-as with prepared lamb massaman and curried deli sausages. Yum!
One of the kind-of strange things to get used to in the Top End is that mostly the sun sets over the ocean. To those who grow up on the east coast where the sun rises in the east, it’s all a bit weird at first.
Did we have a lovely evening? Indeed we did!
