Debra Mackey has been a resident of Robe for countless generations (the last four are still ambling around, the rest lie in peace in Robes beautiful, historic and fascinating cemetery). She has current generations of family in the town running and working local businesses, on the land farming magnificent lamb and beef, in the vines at Mount Benson making succulent reds and crisp whites and on the boats bringing in their quota of fresh crayfish.
She spent her childhood roaming Robes pristine beaches and investigating the rock pools, attending local sporting events, tobogganing down massive sand hills and camping in backyards. Her teenage years wandering aimlessly and parking on the beach with the music on as teenagers do, swimming, surfing, boarding, kayaking or just plain burning in the sun. Shes driven down onto Long Beach in the family car with a BBQ, esky and the kitchen sink and spent the entire day and most of the night there. Shes skinny dipped in the seclusion of moon light and had camp fires on the beach and reminisced about the good old days. Shes had the pleasure of waking to the sound of distant waves rhythmically crashing on the shore and to the idling of diesel engines as the boats prepare to make the voyage out to sea.
Shes watched Robes fishing fleet be blessed and taken rides out into Guichen Bay on the blessed boats and forgotten her sea legs. Shes watched the local boys swim for the cross and watched them shiver and turn blue afterwards. Shes thrown a line in from the jetty, the breakwater and from the shore, baited for crabs and had large octopuses scare the wits out of her and her friends.
Shes delighted in watching whales frolic with their calves in Guichen Bay, pods of dolphins herding schools of bait fish into a feeding frenzy at Hoopers Beach and ridden horses along the expansive sands of West Beach. Shes been excited and terrified by the smallest rock pool anemone and wondered if it was possible if she stuck her finger in that it could hold on to her forever. Shes collected shells, smooth glass and mermaid beads, hunted for shark eggs and squealed with delight turning rocks where Lake Battye drains out into the ocean.
Shes taken early morning walks, jogs and bike rides along cliff top paths and watched the sun rise over the ocean to greet a new day, full of fresh air, sweat and red faces.
It’s just so beautiful here in Robe, the crystal clear water with it’s breathtaking blue shine, unpolluted beaches, laid back people and multitude of local Limestone Coast producers providing restaurants with the freshest in season delights.
Robes explosive Christmas tourist season enables us to have so much more than your average country town of 1800 permanent residents. There are specialty clothes and home wares stores, beauty and massage services, divine cafes and restaurants, expansive pubs with live music and poker nights, and every second hand and antique store you can think of. We even have a specialist coffee brewer, ice cream parlour and our own double cinema.
There isn’t much about Robe, it’s community, its people and business that she can’t tell you something about. This blog allows her to do just that, enjoy.