Went for a walk along the shore at Woolgoolga and then Andy went off-roading up to the headland through the scrub. (I hate it when he does that.) As we were all in sandals instead of walking boots we rather nervously belted up the slope behind him, convinced that we’d step on a snake.
Andy, John & Steph at the top, having survived the coastal taipans and red-bellied whatsits!
The local pub had a live band playing on Friday, so off we went to see, “The Wizards – 40 years of Oz Rock”. The place was packed, the band were good and we had a fabulous time, watching the dancing / outfits / hairdo’s & staggered home at midnight (meeting a possum en-route).
Sam the lightweight had 3 glasses of wine which, as many of you know, means a hangover in the morning, so as soon as she felt up to it, we said our goodbyes and got on the road again.
Many of Australia's coastal towns reminded us of nasty English seaside resorts combined with tacky strip-mall architecture from middle-America. Luckily, there are some really nice places that haven’t been overdeveloped such as Seal Rocks, a tiny village within the Myall Lakes National Park.
It’s popular with the local surf school and Grey Nurse Sharks gather here seasonally which attracts divers, but we didn’t have time to check it out.
Sugar Loaf Point Lighthouse is a short walk from the beach and leads to another deserted beach. They are currently renovating the lighthouse accommodation which would be a really great place to stay.
