I’ve been hearing of Kingscliff NSW, or Kingy, for a couple of years now.
It is fast becoming a place that many holiday makers are choosing to visit. I had a friend visit and rave about it, my parents went and raved about it, and then one of my best friends moved there and hasn’t stopped raving about it.
While it was a much more sedate ANZAC celebration than Woody and I are used to celebrating together, it was still a lovely visit and I caught the Kingy bug!
Woody, or Karen, if you really must call her a proper name (She is always Woody to me), has shared my love for travel and adventure for as long as I have.
We are from the same town, went to the same school (although she was a year above me at school and weren’t great mates then) and we lived together in London.
She took me under her wing and showed me places where bad sticks and snake bites could be found.
Needless to say I love catching up with her and Greg and they loved showing us around their new Kingscliff home.
Kingscliff is a sleepy surfing beach town in NSW
It’s only a fifteen minute drive from the Gold Coast border. There is only one main street in the town and it is alive with busy cafes, and restaurants.
Everything is in easy walking distance, there is a caravan park on the beach, next door to the Kingscliff bowling Club that Greg manages and a surf club a few metres down from that with perfect views of the ocean and point breaks below.
There is also a creek that when the tide is down which sparkles crystal clear for swimming, fishing and water sports.
After grabbing a really memorable coffee from one of the cafes, we strolled along the beach front, checking out the massive erosion that has taken away a road in the last couple of months.
Our kidlets had a play in the park together while we caught up on much needed personal gossip.
We had a delicious lunch at the surf club…
…. while our kids crawled under the tables, rolled around on the floor and danced between the other patron’s tables. We pretended not to notice in ignorant bliss with our views, delicious meals and entertaining adult conversations.
Eventually, we picked them up off the floor and wandered to check out the groovy bar, Babalou, on the main road. We weren’t stopping for drinks just for a look at the funky record playing room.
Anyone can pull up a lounge chair and with their ice-cold beers and cocktails choose their favourite hits from a wide variety of LP ‘s to spin on the old record player. Pretty bloody cool.
Watch out Woody, once baby number two is here, and I am cleared for alcohol again, you and me are going to be hanging out in that room having our own little party.
We then wandered back to their house, (Kingscliff is just that type of a town – a laidback, ambling kinda place) we hung out and chatted in the comfort of their lving room, while the kids went crazy with hide and seek, trampolines, dress ups and chocolate eggs.
We couldn’t leave Kingy without checking out Salt, the resort situated on its own beach just outside of Kingscliff where almost everyone who goes there stays.
I wasn’t that fussed on it. I much preferred the main part to Kingscliff. The beach was too open and wild and there wasn’t anything else there except the resort, making it far too isolated from the main area’s cafes, restaurants and things to do.
I’ll stick to good old Kingy myself.
Can’t wait to get back there and hit those records. I think Nana Mouskouri should be first play.
See you soon Woody and Greg, and thanks for a great visit.