Gold Coast to… Brunswick Heads.

There was not a lot of sorrow entangled in leaving the Gold Coast. It’s a fun place to stop, and we were thankful for a protected place to anchor – but the helicopters flying overhead every half an hour were starting to do my head in.

As I’ve written before – the foreshore is full of great pathways, playgrounds, waterparks… but it’s like someone who has had cosmetic surgery. The job looks great – but it’s just floating on the surface…

But there are worse places to be. We meant to only stay a night or two, but ended up there for about ten days while the weather went crazy – sooooo much rain and wind. We weren’t going anywhere…

Until we got a weather window on Wednesday – October 25th – and leapt upon it. A day earlier was no good, a day later was not good either. It had to be Wednesday.

All week we’d be throwing the ideas around – straight to Yamba? What about Brunswick Heads? Evans Head? There was even a shortlived suggestion that we go with Ben (a guy we met in Tasmania and saw again on the Gold Coast) – who was heading out to Lord Howe Island…

Brunswick Heads and Lord Howe Island have long been destinations that sparkle at the top of my mind. The former, I had almost given up on, as the bar from the sea to the river is so notorious. Evans Head is similar, and Lord Howe Island is currently a pipedream…

The night before we left the Gold Coast M decided that Brunswick Heads was doable – and timed our departure accordingly. He had us underway by about 4am, so our arrival at Brunswick Heads coincided with the top of the tide.

Gosh – it’s been a long time between blissful sails! And Bella Luna was scooting along so well, that we had to slow down in order to arrive at the proper time. We’d scrubbed the hulls clean of all the disgustingness that had accumulated in the Brisbane River, and the improvement in our speed was quite noticeable.

The sky was blue, the breeze was friendly and sunshine abounded. We arrived at the Brunswick Heads bar right on time, and M declared it safe for entering. Lifejackets on all round (a legal requirement when crossing a bar) – M caught a wave, and we surfed into Brunswick River in a benign manner.

Holy shit – it was so GORGEOUS!! Brunswick Heads is the place I always dreamed we would bring Bella Luna – I had our name down at the marina for over six years, hoping that the end of the build would coincide with a space becoming empty… No dice on that front, but we found a spectacular spot to dry out on the sand halfway between the marina and the town.

Heading into the Brunswick River

M and I can see our favourite campsite from the boat – one that we stayed at several times over many years when we weren’t camping in our friend’s garden. We are the only boat in residence – it only took a day or two for the feeling of not wanting to leave start to settle in…

This was compounded by our friends. Our lovely friends… About eleven years ago we told them that one day we would sail into Brunswick Heads and say hello – and so I got to send the text message that had been years in the brewing…

Ahoy! We’re about to drop the anchor – just came over the Brunswick bar!

They came to visit – M and Ian own the same t-shirt…

Great minds, great t-shirts

– and we went OUT. FOR. DINNER. (Now that is something that has happened about one other time in the past twelve months – back at the Aqua Grill in Franklin, Tasmania.) The Smalls were thrilled – gluten free nachos!!

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