I had the day off mid week. I went to the dentist. I came home and washed windows and curtains, because I knew they would dry in the heat. In the afternoon I went for a drive down my favourite stretch of coast, to a place I had not explored closely before. Below a lookout you can glimpse the remains of a jetty built in the late 1800's to transport coal from the train to ocean vessels.
I have researched the history of the Coaldale Jetty, as it was called then.. In the late 1800's a coalmine was built in Coledale. Coal was big business here and the nearby mine was very busy but it was plagued by trouble - water in the mines, landslides, the large coal ships being buffeted by winds and set adrift. The mine was closed the reopened with a new name as North Bulli Coalmine, but eventually closed again.
Then the jetty was no longer used, left to rot and in 1915 someone burnt it down. The place has an eery ambience to it ... which is what led to my research. I wanted to find out what happened there. There is a nearby camping site, full of relaxation and joy but around the scarp, between these stumps of concrete and rock, the mournful history blows on the wind.
But it is a great place for photos and I knew the moon would rise somewhere over the ocean..
I was looking everywhere but where the moon rose and I almost missed it.
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