We ventured down for a week long break in with tent, kayaks and a hunger for King George Whiting. Be afraid little fish…
We camped at the Coalmine Caravan Park right on the estuary so that we could wheel our kayaks on their trollies straight to the water’s edge from our campsite.
Almost every day was spent on the water. It was cold, very cold, but we rugged up with wetsuits, booties, jumpers and spray jackets. The Driver struggled most with cold knees but I was toasty warm with my fleece lined long-legged wetsuit.
Some local advice about where to catch bream in river really paid off. We “worked the hole” as instructed and caught a great feed every time we fished there.
Walpole Inlet, Nornalup and the Frankland River were magic. The pictures tell the story.