This is one of our many favourite places on the west coast. The camping is good, and if you're lucky you'll have a site with grass. The water here is plentiful and tastes great. The caravan was filthy so we gave it a quick wash down on our site, and there's a dedicated wash down area for cars. We stayed here for a very relaxing 3 nights and the weather was amazing.
There's lots of driving on the beach, which we couldn't recall from our previous stays here. We didn't take the car onto the sand, but enjoyed 3 lovely sunsets from the lookout points within the park. Shell collecting is really popular, so while the men fish, the women scour the beach for pretty shells.
They discourage any swimming in the beach, as there are a potentially dangerous creatures in the water, i.e. a dog was bitten and killed by a sea snake a few years ago.
When we were first here in May 2005, we ran all way out into the water for a swim. There were many horrified faces when we walked out of the water. No sea snake got us and we lived to tell the tale!
The next time we were here in May 2012, and while we were washing our van on site, and Alan accidentally sprayed our neighbours. They ended up being good friends who we had repeated contact with for many years.
Why they call it Eighty Mile Beach still amuses us. Until 1946 it was called Ninety Mile Beach, but it's actually 140 miles (220 kms) long. In 1946 the name was changed to Eighty Mile Beach to avoid confusion with Ninety Mile Beach in Victoria. It would have been more spectacular to have changed it to "One Hundred and Forty Mile Beach" — a bit of a mouthful, yes, but wow!