The Cape to Cape Walk: A Painful Start

Leeuwin Lighthouse to Cosy Corner, 20km I watch the waves rushing up the shore. The hooded plover watch too, their beaks lowered. Will the next wave uncover more food? Our boots are wet, covered with sand, washed by the waves. I look over the limestone rocks, to the Indian Ocean. I imagine myself in Cape Horn, the waters of the Pacific on my right, and the Atlantic on my left. We fail to see a marker on our right. This mistake costs us some 90 minutes of walking. It is unsafe walking on sharp limestone rocks. Marty cuts his left palm on one. There are indeed lessons on navigation that I learn. I thought I had learnt then 12 years ago, but I was a rookie bushwalker then. The sun has set. The moon appears as a lovely crescent on our left. I don't feel a sense of danger walking in the semi darkness. The eyes adjust. And we have left the blowholes behind us. I don't relish walking near them, 50 cm in diameter, patiently waiting for us to step into them to be sucked down into the ocean depths, accompanied by the short sighs of the Greek god Poseidon. A long day, taking 10 hours to walk the distance. And then, the light from VC's phone shine on our car, parked at Cosy Corner. Our first stop is the fish & chips shop in Augusta. I order the fresh king fish. But VC says his ginger beer tastes better than the fish. I don't care. Any fish tastes good in a hungry mouth. #capetocape2025