Rainbow Beach

Last night we arrived just on dark at Rainbow Beach, near Tin Can Bay.

 

This morning was overcast and grey and we decided to walk along the beach to see the coloured sands.

We heard about the aboriginal legend of these coloured sands.

A beautiful, black maiden named Murrawar fell  in love with the Rainbow who visited her every evening. Burwilla, a bad man from a distant tribe,stole Murrawar for his slave wife.One day Murrawar ran away along the beach and Burwilla followed her with his terrible killing Boomerang. She called for help and her faithful Rainbow raced across the sea to her. The wicked Boomerang attacked the brave Rainbow and they met with a roar like thunder. The Boomerang was killed instantly while the Rainbow was shattered into tiny pieces and lay on the beach to die. It is still there, it's colours forming the hills along the beach. Aboriginal women of many tribes made long treks to obtain and carry or to place in their hair these sands in the belief that the brave Rainbow was their protection or good luck charm always.

 

We set off along the golden beach with a feeling of excitement and thrill of a new day.

Skin wore his new coat to keep out the fresh wind.

As we were walking......

He suddenly got a terrible fright when a dark shadow loomed over him and he tripped over a rock on the sand.

He thought it was the bad man Burwilla from the story!

BUT...........

It was only me taking the photo,  (foolish banana!)

 

The sands were a subtle mix of soft ochres.....orange, browns, greys and milky white,

Skin threw a tantrum and dug his head in the sand when I wouldn't let him climb to the top.

 

He rebelled by writing his name in the sand, but obviously spelling is not one of his strong qualities.

I gave him the correct spelling so that he would be able to sign important documents in the future.

(That is, if he was to have a future.)  

We started to climb some unusual looking rocks, but Skin had the wrong boots on for rock climbing and had also forgotten to bring the pick Sam and Jake had given him as a present in Rosewood.

 

So we wandered back along the beach, watching the sand flow endlessly  onto more sand which made for a very sandy picture.

We came across some black, volcanic rocks and Skin climbed up one for a photo.

CAN YOU SEE HIM?

As usual, he slipped and fell......right down a deep crevice in the rock.

 

I ( as usual) saved him and we both made our way back to the caravan park to have a glass of cold cordial and a lie down.

I gave Skin a tiny glass medallion to go around his neck, filled with coloured sands.

I hope this will keep him safe and serve as a good

luck charm for future adventures.

 

He was very happy with his gift and very glad to be horizontal!