My very first visit ever, to the mid-north coast of NSW, was to the caravan park, at Crescent Head, where dear friends stayed regularly, for a number of years.
I drove up there in my yellow station wagon and slept in it, beside their tent.
The son, then about 14 (?) and I were ‘mucking around’, in the creek, under that bridge and my ring slipped off.
It had an opal doublet on it. The boy’s mother couldn’t help looking for that ring in following years. It was, of course’ harder to find than the needle in the haystack.
It was because of this visit to Crescent Head, and her casual remark that keeping savings in the bank was not as good as buying a block of land, that, a few years later, I drove up to Nambucca Heads and bought a block of land there.
During this current visit, I, naturally, drove past the house again, (the kit home) that I’d had built on the corner block.
The shrubs and trees that I planted, in about 1979, are now enormous.