After Cyclone Iris, at last it
was almost sunny and great for a walk so Olaf, Peter, Toni and The Larry-kin walked
up the beach to the old logging jetty, where the bush walk to the WWII Commando
Base begins. The size of the trees are
amazing for a sand island and we saw and heard some cheerful bush birds along
the track – honeyeaters, pardalotes, grey shrike-thrush and spangled drongos
among them. There are so many
interesting ferns in the vine thickets and after all the rain many funghi were
blooming again.
The
Commando Base was a secret training camp from 1943 and even those soldiers who
volunteered for the mission never knew where they were being deployed. It could be Malaya, Singapore, New Guinea or
the Phillipines and there were teams from many other countries involved.
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