Ahh, Sunshine on the Coast

At Robinvale we met a couple from a place we'd never considered - and so Fingal Bay became home for a few days. This part of NSW is certainly a holiday favourite, being close to Sydney and closer to the waters. Waters? Well, the sea for a start, and the many bays, estuaries, rivers, inlets and even rivulets! Dotted amongs the lot in places where the housing might not fit are parks, Nartional and Caravan.  Many have on-site vans and very little casual space; one between Wollongong and  Sydney seemed more to be storage of vans than anything else. But places like Fingal Bay really typify the genre of the CPs closer to the cities. Privately owned on-site vans amongst equally privately owned cabins for the main, with camping areas around the pool and playgrounds; as many as three amenities blocks, two with Laundry and lines; medium sized trees of a scatty, non-descript genus; concrete pads with a gap for the peg-down skirt.  Sites are generally smallish, ours here at Scotts Head being seven metres across and eleven long.  

Your typical Park.

Lots of Grant Tourers keeping ours company.

We nipped into town on a tip from a Local about the Fisherman's Wharf market and returned with booty.  Prawns, a dozen local oysters, flathead fillets and a neat sized whole flounder. Two opulent fish dinners out of that for a bargain price, really.  The taste of all was in proportion with the price; not so large and tasty as SA stuff but cheaper and it was augmented by our delicious whites from Chisletts and   Hill River. 

The view towards Kiama, south of Windang NSW.  The general mien of the place is Retirement Near The Sea and the flavour is just too rich for me.  

One low-light (the opposite of high-light, folks) was that in chasing up a sign boasting a local brewery, we missed the sign on the down track. Now that might have been because travellers heading back to then Big Smoke don't pop in to the brewery. Travellers heading away from the bloody city hardly need any encouragement to pop in for a taste and a case, so the signs are needed only on the out-track. Damn.  We went past and before we realised our mistake, a passing truck had tossed up a chip of  road base and sssxxt! There was a line in the windscreen. A line that grew! Alas, right in front of the driver, who decided to immediately use technology. Internet, iPhone, quote, claim, excess paid, appointment made in twenty minutes.  The next day we had a roll-up at the Club, and then Lennon, from O'Brien's Windscreens, popped a new screen in. Easy. Expensive, but easy.

Zan kept asking what the temperature was all the way up the Pacific Highway from Fingal Bay. It had been pleasant enough there, and we saw a wonderful facility for Residential Care for the Disabled.

We really enjoyed the bowls at  the BC and Zan found a friendly machine or two.  The local park had lots of room and plenty of friendly parkers. 

This Butcher Bird was free-loading but didn't get any joy!