It was a somewhat clear and sunny morning on the usually wild and wet southwestern coastline of Tasmania, little did we know what the day had in store for us.
We set off from the motherships that were anchored in the northern end of Nye bay and zoomed into the white sandy beach for a long day of cleaning rubbish.
The team of 16 dedicated beach combers set off down the coast in search of washed up plastic, rope and other pieces of ocean trash, it did not take long before our bags were filling up.
Half way down the large ocean beach we came across a seemingly insignificant river crossing... with boots off and bags on we walked into the knee deep sandy river and before we knew it we were sinking down through quicksand deeper and deeper.
Thankfully we had some skilled outdoorsmen and women with us and we got everyone across safely with all the rubbish in tail.
In the southern end of the bay the beach opened up into a vast expanse of sand dunes and drift wood. We passed through the dunes cleaning up every bit of rubbish we could see.
Away from the sea where sand dunes stopped at the trees and the sound of the sea breeze changed for singing native birds, we found an Tasmanian Aboriginal living site. To come across remnants of human activity in a place that seemed so untouched stopped us in our tracks and made us think of the people that used to live in this beautiful corner of the world. Feeling very relaxed we made our way back through the dunes but before we knew it we were hit by a wall of sand and wind! Out here the weather can change just that quickly, it keeps you on your toes. We battled through the wind and sand back to the water where we were still getting knocked off our feet.
