Bonville creek is easier to cross at the Big 4 caravan park – the water is up to our knees at low tide and a stingray scuttles away in the sand.
With the sun behind us, a pleasant breeze, and not a soul in sight, we stride off south on the long beach towards Bundagen headland. I climb the little rock at the headland, because I like climbing things.
The rainforest walk is shady and peaceful as we listen to the birds and debate the difference between staghorns and elkhorns. A smell of eucalyptus in the air on the final ascent of the Bluff, but no koalas in the tallowwood today.
