Martins Tank Lake

Martins Tank Lake is so aptly named after Martin, who erected his own fresh water tank next to a huge lake which is 4 times saltier than the ocean. Good one Martin.
Another 'free' camping spot in the Yalgorup National Park near Preston Beach. Lets be clear when I say free its not free but for $10 per adult per night its a great bush hideaway.
Our first stop was the Preston Beach general store (the only store) anything from beer to burgers all at premium prices. Stolen car abandoned out the front and the store manager kept making mention of those doggy guys are back and we really weren't sure where we had landed.
We knew we had a 6km journey on gravel to get to our campsite and no idea if we were too big or if there were spots available but hey, ok no. 1km of terrible corrigations, what the hell are we thinking. We nevously push on, not sure of the mess that will be the inside of the van. Finally we meet up with our lovely camp hosts Bill and Elizabeth, volunteering 4 weeks to the camp host role. Bill was definitely a have a chat kinda guy who promptly offer to help the newbies finally get tv.

Hardware supplys are put straight to use ( although Im not allowed to talk about that or I'll have to walk home). But while he wasn't under the caravan, legs dangling out, he most certainly did not ask me to protect his vulnerability (his words ) from a march fly who continuously bit him. Armed and ready with my swatting hand whilst he worked. At least it was meaningful work. I may have giggled everytime I missed the checky bugger but he didnt miss.
We ended the evening with frustration and no TV again but not really missing it anyway.
The next day had us relaxing at Preston Beach. Massive burgers from the general store/bottle shop/petrol station/only shop in town.

Bill came by and restored our TV watching days and stayed for a beer and we caught up on The Block. Still had to read Rosies recap for The Bachelorette, not allowed to watch that one.
And so the decision was made to return to civilization and stamp out the whinging with bouncy pillows, swimming pools, wifi and Bunnings. Hello Bunbury.