After ten or so more miles of "rather rough roads" we espied a sign that said campground. Turning in was like entering another world. It was a private place that had been heritage recognised as a significent place to the surfing fraternity. A young dad had been taken in 2000 whilst surfing and that was the incentive for the onner of this amazing cape to protect it but allow peope to come there and camp and surf.
To really hear all about it you will have to come for lunch after we get home but the photos will help give you an idea.
John has put it at the top of best places. I think because it reminded him of the wild places he, Mervyn and Collin surfed back in the 60's while he was at Uni - that is last century!!
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