We’ve been here for four nights now, and are tempted to stay. Conditions are perfect this morning, and the water is glassy.
Ferg took (lots and lots of) photos this morning when John had an early surf. There were whales there watching them too.

It was just John and one other guy from near Margaret River who was once munched by a Great White Shark. He’s not worried about a whale.

Ferg said the whales hung out and flipped their tails for ages.

And the last view of the Bluff comes from my flora collection. There was huge patch of banksias as we drove out:

(Do you like that one Al?)
While we’re having flora, we’d better have fauna too. So here’s a big Red that Ferg and Harry met on the way to the point. He could be the one who ate our bread.