There is another secret rockpool nearby, twenty minutes walk along the Bingie Dreaming Track at Grey Rocks. We drove there this afternoon with our three year granddaughter (who is having a sleepover), about three hours before high tide. This was her first visit to the pool, and she was entranced. Sand had filled it in since last we saw it, so there was only one deepish part, where adults could sit and enjoy the foam rushing through narrow openings from the sea. Usually it is deeper. I feel as though it is my personal spa bath, and Eddy adored it. She ‘swam’ from one of us the the other, clutching a little plastic cup in which to catch foam. Small fish drifted around us, small rock crabs scuttled out of reach, cunjevoi squirted, and sunlight sparkled on the water. Climb over a few rocks, and come on in!
There, wasn’t that marvellous, and so refreshing!