Before the Moving In Madness Begins!
Finally, we are down to single figures – that’s right – single figures. Thursday next week is now only eight days away. Not that I’m counting, but with only eight sleeps to go until we are scheduled to take possession of our new home, Dean and I are starting to get very excited and the moving in madness is about to begin in earnest.
Before it does, we decided to treat ourselves to a few nights in Kingscliff, New South Wales (NSW).
This is where we own an investment unit in a (very large) holiday accommodation complex, and as unit owners, we can stay free of charge. Of course, when we do, we don’t earn any income, so for those of you thinking we could have lived ‘here’ while our house was being built, no we couldn’t. Short stays are ok, but only when it isn’t peak season and only when our unit is available.
Kingscliff is a lovely area on the far northern fringes of the NSW Northern Rivers region and the complex itself is located on Salt Beach, five minutes south of the Kingscliff city centre.
The sunrises are wonderful, but with day light savings time in NSW, I only got o see one. I slept in the other three days.
A short drive south from Kingscliff brings you to Hastings Point. This was our first stop as we headed south back in November 2014. The weather wasn’t overly pleasant back then, it was overcast and raining unlike now with blue skies, sunshine, and copious amounts of heat. Speaking of which, the heat has been relentless, not just here, but all over Australia. Luckily it has been cooler by the ocean and we’ve enjoyed our mini break away from house sitting and moving preparation.
You know you’re on the southern side of the (Queensland – New South Wales) border when rabbits keep the grass short – or non-existent. I saw several when out walking in the early morning.
A little further south brings you to Byron Bay and with the wind up early this morning (preventing Dean from having a surf) we took that extra drive down the M1 Motorway and visited the Cape Byron Lighthouse, a place we’ve been to many times before. It was lovely to see it surrounded by calm seas and clear skies.
This is as far east as you can go on the Australian mainland. When we were in Shark Bay, Western Australia we were as far west as we could go. A year later and here we are as far east as you can go.
Before leaving the lighthouse precinct, I managed to get this amazing shot of the beach that stretches from the southern side of Cape Byron all the way down to Broken Head – approx. 10 kilometres away (6.3 miles).
I was reminded of a day many years ago when Dean went surfing at the other end of this stretch of beach. He took off, board under his wing, sunscreen across his nose, and I sat reading a book beneath a rather large beach umbrella. I’m not a fast reader, but as I devoured a chapter, I began to worry. With every chapter, my concern increased along with my heart rate, and panic was starting to set in. I couldn’t see him in the water, but that wasn’t unusual. Most surfers look the same once they get wet.
It was hours before Dean reappeared, absolutely exhausted. Apparently, the waves were good, so good in fact that he didn’t want to get out.
It’s the closest I’ve ever come to raising an alarm with the surf life savers.