Yesterday, The Handbrake and I went for a walk at Elliott Heads, a short distance (18kms) southeast of Bundy. There's a well maintained concrete path which runs along the cliff-top, ideal for walking, and some great views as well. Here's a shot of the main bathing beach just north of where the Elliott River meets the sea. They've dragged all the basalt boulders off the beach into two big rows, one at each end, otherwise this would just be a big spread of basalt like most of the coast hereabouts.
The long weekends inevitably bring out the wallies in society and yesterday was no exception. The beach was fairly quiet except for some young lads who were using a kite powered (big) skate-board and having a lot of fun, despite the fact that it meant that nobody else could use about 80% of the beach for fear of getting mowed down - selfish pratts.
In times past the residents obviously used to toss their garden refuse over the cliff-top with the result that there are all sorts of domesticated species growing along the footpath now - cannas, money trees, mother-in law's tongues, agaves. The council has planted numerous she-oaks (Casuarina equisitifolia) which were host to numerous rainbow lorikeets who were tearing the distinctive seed cones apart. I was unaware until I did a bit of research that the casuarina is so called because of the similarity of the narrow elongate leaves to the plumage of the cassowary. The she-oak is an unusual tree with a lot of folk-lore attached to them. I was unable to find out why it is called the she-oak - any ideas ? It obviously looks nothing like an oak. There were more than a few in Nouméa as well.