Nye Bay, also known as the Giblin, provided the day's rubbish hauling location - a windswept arc of sand towered over by large camel hump shaped dunes and the Giblin River winding its way back through the rolling quartzite hillocks of the Southwest.
Crew disembarked on the northern side of the beach in batches, among masses of tiny abalone shells and warreners collected in the tide lines on the shore.
A magnificent sunny day with light breeze soon turned into a mass exfoliation event of epic proportions as the wind sandblasted legs and styled new hairdos.
The wind blew hard from the north as crew moved south, which made the plastic pickings even harder as crew pushed on, lured to the end of the beach in the vain hope that a fresh Gillespie’s ginger beer would be delivered… shock horror - it was not forthcoming! Reward came as the beachcombing team turned around to walk the length of the beach empty-handed but with the rare chance to admire the fruits of their labour in full - seeing a beautiful place bereft of plastic pollution.
A rowdy and enthusiastic count played out on the deck of the Celtic Rose with Harry providing tips on new efficiencies in counting techniques, while Oscar hit the highest single count number so far: a whopping 2750 of a total of 7013 handpicked plastic pieces. The final count came in at 11,119 pieces of rubbish, not a bad effort for a days work in what has to be one of the worlds truly sensational places.
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