I stood out on the headland for some time with mists of breaking waves occasionally cooling my skin (my hands and neck are now sunburnt). I looked back at Shaws and was struck by the stark contrast of colours where river met sea and a pelican played. On the other side of the breaker was Lighthouse Beach. For many years, when I was young, it was simply called “the beach” and for people requiring greater clarification, “not Shelly Beach”, the beach further north.
The surf life-saving club at Lighthouse Beach is now a super-sized version of what it once was, including a trendy café with magnificent views over beach and water.
|Lunch ('Dory and Chips') from A Fish Shop Called Dory's|