Showing posts with label Prevelly Beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prevelly Beach. Show all posts

Tuesday, 31 July 2012

MARGARET RIVER


The sun is a great mystery.  Still, it goes clockwise from what I can gather; but the sun lies north at midday, a weak affair now this is winter in the southern hemisphere.  People on the beaches are enjoying the views and surfing in the giant waves of the Indian Ocean.  The waves are alive and come crashing in over the outcrops of sea rocks.  Far out, a white line of waves demarcates the reef.  On the sandy beaches, the limestone contains shells and pieces of a harder stone like flint.   Sponges are scattered around along with white, chalky skeletons of cuttlefish

In the morning we go walking around the Margaret River area.  Every half mile or so there are strange, quiet lagoons with what seems to be dead trees reflected in the water.  Everything is still and when a seed from a tree is thrown into the water the ripples carry slowly onto the far shore.  All around the call of birds near and far remind you that you’re in a natural forest area with many kinds of trees rising high into the canopy.  Many of them show signs of having been burned and I guess this is part of the regeneration process that renews the forest every few years.  Judging by the rings on the fallen trees, many are hundreds of years old.

The park has a variety of trees including karri, jarrah and the curiously names blackbutt.  The river itself flows into the Indian Ocean at Prevelly Beach with its white sands and limestone outcrops.  Marron, a small crustacean, are in the waters providing food for the water rats.  There are also bandicoots and brush tail possums, though I didn’t see any of them.
The Wardandi clan of the Nyoongar Aboriginal people call this place ‘wooditchup’ after the ‘magic man’ who created the river to protect himself from the father of his lover, Milyan.
In 1831, John Bussell, looking for farmland, came up from Augustan the south and came to the river which he names Margaret River after his cousin Margaret Wyche.
A railway was eventually opened in 1926 and the Group Settlement Scheme was established to accommodate English migrants.  Though I would think there were also Scottish, Irish and Welsh.


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