The seas once again looked treacherous that morning.
We didn’t realise how treacherous until that evening when we heard that a surfer had been taken by a white shark less than a kilometre from where we were standing that very morning! The water was very murky after a couple of days of rain, and the shark probably mistook the surfer for a seal or dolphin.
Bunker Bay is on the northern shore of the Margaret River region. This side of the ‘paddock’ seemed more popular and developed than the Margaret River township – I suspect this was because many folks from Perth have their beach houses in the area.
Bunker Bay though is still in the national park. Development might have be limited, but boy was it popular. Cars were parked cheek to jowl at the cafe nearby even though it was before 11am. We were looking for the beach however, and the one we found was blessingly quiet.
Like much of the south west coastline, it was a limestone shore. You can again see the caves being exposed to the air by constant erosion.