Our accommodation at Big 4 Wye River was perfectly located across the road from the beach. A comfy 2 br cabin at the rear of the park, surrounded by trees and a huge jumping pillow across the road.
The kids were rapt to have a bounce and to let out some energy after the car ride.
A lovely little creek ran through the middle of the park, and a couple of duck parents and their 10 bubbas were taking a stroll as the same time as us.
A cockatoo and a kookaburra also dropped by for a mid afternoon drink.
An echidna waddled around the property.
With so much going on at the park, we had no reason to go anywhere else, but figured we should go for a walk.
The beach stretched away from the mouth of the Wye River, relics of old train lines and jetties, rocks for clambering, ocean treasures washed ashore.
Surfers chased waves; dogs chased balls; we chased our hats that blew off in the breeze.
On the hunter for dinner that evening, a local gardener recommended the pub.