After four nights with the Duthies we picked up our hire car and drove south for an hour or so to the little village of Kingscliff, just over the border back in New South Wales, affecting an hour time change. Kingscliff is made up of a strip of shops and cafes, a couple of campgrounds and a glorious long surf beach. We stayed 2 kms south in a new $1 billion resort called Salt Beach. It comprises a new 'village' with a few shops, cafes and a green, two big hotels, lots of new spectacular beach front homes all built behind a long, long surf beach. 
We checked into our lovely two bed suite and then headed for the lagoon pool. We managed to entice Scarlett from its turquoise waters and waterfalls three times, once for an afternoon stroll along the beach, once when a deadly brown snake started swimming too and everyone legged it until he slithered away into the undergrowth and to rent bikes with kid's seats to ride along the bike path
behind the beach. 
When that path ran out we took the bikes down to the empty beach and rode for ages along the wet sand. It was absolutely brilliant fun. 
(The thing I never get about Australian beaches is why they are so frequently entirely empty of people.) It was so relaxing, as Scarlett could be left pretty much on her own in the shallows of the pool, and Flo is happy with a small piece of paper and a clothes peg these days, Rob managed a snooze on his lounger by the pool and I sunbathed for ages without being bothered. We ate out both nights, once at the wonderful Fins restaurant, winner of a chef's hat in the Good Food Guide awards and at a pizza place, Flo sleeping perfectly in her pram and Scarlett on her best behaviour. Great fun.
We checked into our lovely two bed suite and then headed for the lagoon pool. We managed to entice Scarlett from its turquoise waters and waterfalls three times, once for an afternoon stroll along the beach, once when a deadly brown snake started swimming too and everyone legged it until he slithered away into the undergrowth and to rent bikes with kid's seats to ride along the bike path
behind the beach. When that path ran out we took the bikes down to the empty beach and rode for ages along the wet sand. It was absolutely brilliant fun. (The thing I never get about Australian beaches is why they are so frequently entirely empty of people.) It was so relaxing, as Scarlett could be left pretty much on her own in the shallows of the pool, and Flo is happy with a small piece of paper and a clothes peg these days, Rob managed a snooze on his lounger by the pool and I sunbathed for ages without being bothered. We ate out both nights, once at the wonderful Fins restaurant, winner of a chef's hat in the Good Food Guide awards and at a pizza place, Flo sleeping perfectly in her pram and Scarlett on her best behaviour. Great fun. 
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