Day thirty-three was our first full day checking out Agnes Water and town of 1770.

Our Caravan Park was just outside 1770, and it was ok. There was a 900m beach path running directly from the caravan park to the local beach which I am hoping we can make use of at some point, but for today we headed back to the main beach at Agnes Water.

There was also one very significant event which we had to make time for which was Jimi’s school interview with Unley High School. A couple of months earler Jimi had taken the ACER test for Unley High in the hope that we could earn a scholarship through the Summit program.

As luck would have it, Jimi had passed the test with flying colours and the school had rang us up for a follow-up interview. So although they could not meet Jimi in person, the next best thing was a Zoom session, and the time was set for 12:30 pm.

So today’s ation would see us have a morning beach session at Agnes Water, with Mum and Jimi returning to the van to hook up the inteview person from Unley. Me and Mazzy remained at the beach whilst Jimi went solo with the intervier.

Although the beach wasn’t patrolled, there were quite a few people at the headland, including plenty of surfers off the point and casual beachgoers in front of them. The beach was fantastic. The water was warm, the waves were just the right size to get the boogie board out and it was another almost great session at the beach. Unfortunately for Jimi, his face was still a bit sore from his Noosa Kiss, so he had to settle for a bit of wading.

The great run of weather also continued, with temperatures in the mid twenties and minimal winds. It was a bonus finding such a great spot, as we weren’t expecting safe waters this far North, but apparently the movements of the swell and the angle of the coastline means no stingers.

Me and Mazzy had a while longer in the sea, whilst Mum had taken Jimi off for his interview, but lunch was required, and we had all decided that the van was out of bounds whilst Jimi was either prepearing for, or being interviewed. That left me and Mazzy to browse round the cafe strip at Agnes and see what they had to offer. The first cafe offerring appeared to be from the Agnes Waters Gelato shop, chosen by Mazzy as a little pre-lunch snack. After all, we are on our holidays and secondly, Mazzy does have Daddy wrapped round her little finger.

Next up was the Lazy Lizzard cafe. Time for a proper feed, and it was literally fifty metres from where the van was parked and Jimi was being interviewed. It was a great little spot. We were literally metres from the beach, and sat at a really good cafe. Once again, schools being ïn”and us travelling round in Autumn was lettting us avoid the usual crowds. Perfect.

After a few minutes a beaming Jimi popped out of the van. The interview had gone really well, and although Mum was not allowed to be part of it, she heard lots of chatter and even bit of laughter. How cool is that – Jimi having his senior school entrance interview, from a motorhome, parked a hundred metres from the beach at Agnes Water. Go Jimi!

And the even better news, was that meant a second trip to the Gellati shop!

Once lunch ws all finished, and a cheeky beer for Mum and Dad, it was back to the beach for the arvo session. What a life.

As low-tide increased there was a noticeable sideways pull across the beach, so we needed to be on alert. We had a couple more hours, before packing it in for the day and checking out the headland walk, which was rumoured to be really good.

We got to the headland walk about an hour before sunset.

The more we’d seen of Agnes Water, the more we liked it.

And apart from the beach views, there also planty of nature on show and Jimi’s interest in the camera was starting to show a lot more.

And that was pretty much the end of the day.

We had one more bbq back at base, where I met another new best mate.

This time it was some old fella, who was a bit three-sheets to the wind, telling me about why he was at 1770. Basically, he was there thirty years ago and him and his brother has talked about returning since that time. Now his brother was terminally sick, he had almost ran out of time and so this might well be his last chance, so there they were at the campsite, trying to hold back time enough to allow for one last brotherly adventure. Although it’s not the happiest story, its interesting to meet these people at these camp sites. All kinds of people with interesting stories.

Well, tomorrow is an even bigger day for all us, and in particular Jimi, as he turns twelve years old.

Lets see what we can rustle up for that. If the past few days are anything to go by, it will be another cracker of a day so see you then.