Location: New Harbour to Cockle Creek
Rubbish of the Day: Baby-bottle
Species of the Day: Cray-magnon Man (aka Spikey Riddoch)
A wild weather forecast had set the tone of the morning, with all ships beating a hasty, if somewhat ragged, retreat back along the coast. A double rainbow framed the view across the wheelhouse of the Breaksea, whilst Shy Albatross wend their way across the waves. We couldn’t have timed it better, as the storm clouds and forecast 7-9m swell rolled in behind. As for the beach clean, we couldn’t have timed it worse… we hit the shore in the pouring rain and proceeded to collect the usual suspects with the added bonus of a full body drenching. Claire’s effort on the beach was unprecedented; a true display of Tasmanian bushwomanship and complete madness yielded a bag of rubbish that pretty much equalled the total of all other bags combined. Late afternoon saw 50% of the crew battle it out in the surf under hail and lightning, whilst the remainder of us smashed out the final count of 615 hard-fought-for items in record time in preparation the final nights celebrations.