We went for the unconventional approach and dug a couple of wheel tracks in the sand then drove gently up.

The line is caught on the boat. Fisherman trying to haul it in. Failing.

We could have driven all but the last km but decided we needed the exercise.

An idea of the sand step to the campsite.

The sand off the sand blows is a little creamier than that on the beach.

The beach is "convex". We are used to concave bays contained by rocky headlands.

Unfortunately straight line isn't viable. We have to walk further along the beach then follow a track inland.

The sign says "no vehicles on sand dunes". Which seems to be respected.

Hopefully the track is just before that headland.

Sandy Cape Lighthouse.

A km up the track to the lighthouse.

About 1897.

It has a concrete base then welded steel plate construction.

Just as well we didn't try the shortcut. There's a lot of scratchy looking bush in the way.

The sand flows like water down the slope.

We are not as tired as we thought we would be. The beach sand is quite hard, so easy walking.

This fishing boat looked like it was anchored in the relative shelter of the cape.

Uncovering old trees which look like they may be an obstacle to our escape.

North westerly wind.

Breaksea Spit extends another 35km or so beyond where we can drive. Submerged at high tide.

There's been a few shipwrecks.

Still very draughty, there's a layer of windblown sand that blasts our ankles and makes for fuzzy photos.

More like a howling gale, there's been whitecaps for the last couple of days.

At low tide we can see the sand.

A kingfisher visited our campsite.

Not sure where it fishes!

The wind has moved round to the east.

We moved the truck back from the edge a little after this. The tides are progressively a little higher.

A wise move as the water reached where we were. We moved back in the morning.

Just eyeing up our neighbours.