We spent the time doing nothing much. A few walks, a game of golf,squash and tennis by those inclined (not me). A couple of trips to nearby quaint towns to sample coffee, cheese, and tat shops etc. A game of mini golf, at which I am not too rubbish, and drinks with Jdubya's associates.
A couple of meals out but most of the time was spent chilling out and looking at the view. It is a million dollar view.
We watched Jdubya surf one day.
We had lots of visitors to Jdubya's restuarant which opened at breakfast time each day and ran till dark at night. Some of the patrons included this young kookaburra.
And countless rainbow lorikeets. They are the Chopper Reids of the bird world.
"We are just here for the food. We are not, like, together or anything!"
Lots of cockatoos. Isn't he a handsome fella.
Some prefer the personalised service.
"Hey, there is a queue!"
There is a definite pecking order, both within a group and between types.
For the meat eaters, bacon fat was popular.
" Don't you know it's rude to talk on the phone during dinner, especially MY dinner?"
Every morning the Blue Tongue Lizard came out to sunbake. He was here two years ago as well.
A shot of the inlet taken on one of our walks. Along the boardwalk there you can hear the beautiful sound of bellbirds.
A tiger ray, it looks like a kind of bottom feeding shark.
A black swans nest in the middle of a swamp along our walk. Those are not the swans, their babies have just fledged. We saw them a couple of days prior.
Mr King Parrot came every day. He had an exclusive table as the lorikeets would not let him eat in peace.
Mrs King Parrot. She has a green head he has a red.
The interior of the Bodalla Anglican Church. This is a pretty old stone church for Australia 1860 ish and all that oak and stained glass was shipped from England.
On another stunningly beautiful day we went to Bermagui. They have this amazing rock pool to swim in. It is changed each day by the sea. Not sure how and I bet it was chilly. There were swimmers though.
The inevitable sunset, of course.
I took a slip down the stairs and hurt my foot. Could be sprained but I suspect a bone might be broken. It kind of grates when you rub it and hurts like anything of course. That kind of curbed my activities a little.
I still managed to hobble to the end of the bar. That is what they call the breakwater in Narooma by the way, not what you are thinking.
Looking north from the lookout near the golf course.
Jdubya lines up for the evening shift.
A beer in one hand and a bird in the other. What more can a man want????
These two Corellas popped in one day. They are not regulars. Must have been their anniversary!
Rosellas were quite regular as well. Quite a variety really, plenty of entertainment watching them all.
On our last day in Narooma it was my birthday. It rained all day, so we spent it reading etc and went out to the golf club that evening for dinner. As did the other 9000 inhabitants of the town. We got a good table though. I am a good table vulture and not adverse to switching when a better one comes up...
It's an unbeatable view.
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