Beautiful Byron’s Bay

Quite a long drive northwards towards Byron’s Bay. Unfortunately, the rain falls most of the journey and opportunities to pop off for a photo shoot are limited. We do drive along the tourist route, the Pacific Highway, which is really nice, as we see sugar cane fields and lovely little properties scattered inbetween glorious rainforests and fields. We were driving alongside the River Clarence when we were confronted by a dead end - we had to cross the river by ferry. Ah, can the ferry cope with a motorhome? If not, it was a really long journey back! But, thankfully, the ferry allowed us on and we then head on, this time to quickly stop off at Maclean, that is a town with a strong Scottish heritage and has over 200 poles all with clan tartens painted on them. We are a bit peckish and getting into the spirit of the place, have a couple of meat pies from the baker. They were, I must say, really good. So, its 'Bye tha noo' to Maclean and onwards. We get to our destination and check in to our camp site, Reflections at Clarkes Beach. The rain is still pouring so we have to wait a while before venturing out. Just next to the camp is a little restaurant called The Beach that looked pretty quiet so we take a chance and go in. They asked 'had we booked?' and on saying 'no' , the waitress did say that we would have to vacate the table by 7.30pm (it was 6pm when we arrived). I looked around at the empty restaurant and thought of the Two Ronnies sketch where Ronnie Barker as the waiter in an empty restaurant considered if Ronnie Corbet and his wife could have a table. The difference was that, unlike the comedy sketch, by 7.00pm the restaurant was completely full. The meal was fantastic as well, with probably the best service we’ve had to date. They even moved us to another table at 7.30pm and said 'stay the evening'! With the rain now stopped, we eventually leave the restaurant and dip into the town, that is really lively. And this is meant to be out of season! We have a quick beer upstairs at The Balcony, which had an average age of 20, until we arrived! Then, over the street, a good sized crowd had gathered to listen to a busker just playing a guitar, Ed Sheeran style; the lad was pretty good and doing some his own songs. This town was all very laid back and definitely had a 1960's feel about it!