Cape Byron and the Jewel of the Tweed or the Case of the Unrestful Restroom


When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused. – Rainer Maria Rilke

For me the most challenging places to write about are usually those that are particularly special to me. I fear I will not do them justice. It’s time I stopped procrastinating though and shared my album of Cape Byron in New South Wales, 165 km south of Brisbane.  Some of my childhood was lived in small coastal towns and I spent  many hours of precious solitude and freedom on their shores. I visited Byron Bay for the first time in October, 2013  and it brought back a flood of wonderful memories for me. I could have lingered all day at the lighthouse, taking in the intense blue panoramas. If it is possible to fall in love with a place, I did that day. Continue reading