A pretty little town with gorgeous beachfront’s. A place that seems to have resisted any developer’s spoiling hands thus far. But the potential is there…teetering. I sorta imagine it to be like a Byron Bay of thirty years ago.
Sure there are pockets of spanking modern units poking out here and there, but overall it resonates with this 1970s holiday vibe. Not a McDonald’s to be seen. Where a beachfront caravan park and promenade walk still rule the primo geography of the town.
Where some sort of metaphysical syrupy ether slows you down: hey, no hurry…just sit here and stare out to sea for a while.
Kelly had a catch up with an old nursing friend. Then it was a little shopping and a lot of aimless ambling through the ether.
Later we sat on the headland, ate crummed fish and chips, sucked the salty oil off our fingers and watched the day set.