Ye cats this part of the world is blessed with some sweet-ass beaches.
I got taken on a few hot laps of downtown Forster and it was all small-coastal-town-good until we popped out of a bush walkway from Bennetts Head and found ourselves standing atop a mighty sand dune fringed with scrub gazing down upon what Creation would have looked like if God was a surfer.
There are little kids and big ones scudding down the dunes on body boards and For Sale signs and pieces of cardboard tricked out with string handles and whooping all the way down, and below that a glorious point break curling around what I think are basalt rock formations at the bottom of the cliff, atop which are little scenic walkways and sheltered pockets perfect for lovers or bongrats. You can see right to the bottom of the ocean because the water is clear as a supermodel's skin and blue as a Merman.
It gets a bit windblown in winter but hell man we still swam because ROOOAADDD TRRRIIPP!! read more