byron bay

the well worn path from Clarke's Beach Caravan Park to 'the point'

A few days before we came to Byron Bay I bought a little point and shoot camera, one that will fit in my pocket. I have decided to experiment with trading some quality for convenience and embracing the freedom of quick snap shots over considered and purposeful photographs. It is a work in progress.

This time around Byron Bay is a mixture of sameness and difference.

Things that are the same – our usual caravan spot, regular and familiar friends and faces, walking to the lighthouse, spotting whales and dolphins, sunset drinks on the deck, the Sunday Market, surfing, ice cream from ‘In The Pink’, a visit to Brunswick heads…

the lighthouse

one of the lighthouse observation decks

looking over Tallows and Suffolk beaches

Brunswick Heads

Brunswick Heads

Brunswick Heads

Brunswick River

Things that are different – the sand that had disappeared from the beach last year creating steep faces has returned and with it a gentle sloping beach, lots of sun and hardly a drop of rain and as a result very cold nights and no spectacular sunsets and for the first time at Byron Bay Colin and I are on our own for a week.

This last one feels a bit strange. Byron Bay has always been a family event, our kids coming and going along with their partners and friends, our caravan overflowing, booking an extra site and setting up tents, cooking for a hungry hoard, junk food and 500 in the evenings…. This time Johanna was with us for 5 days and now we are on our own. It is taking me some time to adjust and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t shed a tear or two. It is not the same, but it is still good, just different and we are slowly setting new rhythms and patterns for two….

on the top of Mount Warning

A quick power nap. I do believe that within two minutes of lying down
snores could be heard from beneath the hat!