We headed to Tallow beach which is on the other side of the headland to the main beaches. It was completely different in character, a long, curving, open bay, reminding us both of Rhossil in Wales. The waves were rough but it was beautiful, with golden sands and turquoise waters.
Best of all was watching loads of crabs scurry across the sand at super speed, dashing back to their sandy homes. We spent ages watching and giggling at the sight.
After strolling along the beach for a while we could see a rather peculiar sight. In front of us lay the strangest coloured water. We had heard about a ‘tea tree oil lake’ and by chance we had stumbled on it. It was incredible to see such a strange body of water, the lake was an array of sepia and purple tones. It reminded me of the lyrics from the Ben Howard song ‘Burgh Island’.
We headed in for a cool down and to rejuvenate our skin. While lying in the lake we realised there was a naked man doing yoga across the other side, somehow he didn’t look out of place.
After our previous attempt to see the lighthouse at sunrise (see last post), we hoped that our next one would be more successful. When the alarm went off at 5am we knew we were in for a beautiful display as the clouds were already faintly catching colour. Edd raced up the road for the next 45 minutes whilst I followed with heavy sleepy eyes. I never have been much of a morning person, but I was glad to be today.
Once we arrived so many people were around watching and waiting in anticipation. This time sunrise was amazing, the sky lit up in vivid orange and purple tones. We felt rewarded and so pleased we had tried again.
The following morning was another early start for us. The destination ‘Mount Warning’. Whilst sun baking on the beaches we had looked at this part of the skyline from Byron for a week. Fondly discussing the striking looking peak and wondering if we would be able to climb its slopes.
I was a little bit nervous but after a bowl of cereal in the car park we laced up our walking boots and started the climb. The hike felt endless, I have never walked up so many steps in my life and the ground then became uneven and rocky. Luckily the rainforest provided a distraction and was alive with beautiful bird sounds and bugs humming. The sign at the start of the walk had said it was hard and that was definitely no overstatement.
After a two hour climb we were confronted with the final hurdle. A near vertical rock face, twisting and contorting to the summit. We hadn’t come this far to give up. After a few deep breathes we scrambled up the rocks whilst clinging onto a suspiciously weak looking metal chain. I found this quite challenging and it seemed like my legs weren’t quite long enough to reach the next footing.
Finally though, after a final push, we reached the top and the view was spectacular, more than worth the two and half hours of climbing. We could see back to Byron Bay and along the coast to Surfers Paradise. A ring of mountains surrounded and it felt strange to know this was an old volcano. The only worry now being the precarious climb down.
As a farewell we enjoyed our dinner and beers on the beach, the sky then lit up with the most spectatcular sunset – we felt humbled to be there, as we had done for the duration of our stay in the Bay.