Paradise With a Pub

If we thought Cape Hillsborough was Paradise, well now we’re in Paradise With a Pub.

After a wonderful few days with our friends Judith and Barry at Yeppoon, we moved further south to the town of 1770.

Gladstone marina.

On the way we visited Gladstone, which we really liked for its mix of industrial bustle and reef access. When we were watching the boat loading with passengers for Heron Island, John, who has been there twice already, announced that that’s definitely on our list for next year.

I think we’ll need a year of 24 months to accommodate all the places we want to see in 2013.

On we went to Boyne Island and Tannum Sands, where we had lunch beside a perfect little beach . . . so that’s on our list as well.

We had booked with a caravan park at 1770 and when we pulled in, realised it was not the one John had seen illustrated somewhere, right on the beach.

However, the next day, while we were pondering where we would move to next on our way south, we had a long walk (abt 6km return) north along the peninsula (which is almost a miniature version of Cape York Peninsula), past the marina and boat ramp where cruises go daily to Lady Musgrave Island, past the pub and a fringe of houses fronting a glorious bay, past a picnic area busy with Saturday family barbecues, and we came to the 1770 Campground.

This is our beachfront site. Life is tough.

We secured a site right on the beachfront for a couple of nights, celebrated with a meal at the pub, then walked back to our other caravan park for one more night.

This morning it was a simple matter to pack everything up, drive just up the road to where the Discovery Coast markets were being held, bought a few things, then kept driving to the campground where we are very happily settled.



The locals were very laid-back at the markets.

There are boats moored in the channel, people fishing off rocks, and even from folding chairs right on the water’s edge at low tide, shady trees everywhere, and a young family next door of Italian-Brazilian background.

At the market today we bought some olives from local producers who know the Northern Rivers well and in their youth used to camp at Paddys Flat (that’ll bring some memories to MY family).

Fishing, the easy 1770 way.