It has become somewhat of a Yamba ritual, that when it rains, we take a trip to Brooms Head, or even Sandon River. The quick trip down the highway, through the back of Maclean and down a road running through paddocks filled with gums and kangaroos is almost my favourite part of going to Brooms Head. We didn't do much, apart from buy an ice cream at the newly renovated fish and chips shack and take a look around the dreary headland. Peering down the cliffs to the waves, dodging the small native flowers growing underfoot and coastal view that seems to go forever under the stormy skies is always a beautiful experience.
(Photo of me by Jean-Cesar)