Then at 4pm Santa appears early. Our next door neighbour of the past 2 weeks offers us her magical ‘George Foreman portable roaster.’ Wow! an offer we couldn’t refuse. A mad dash to the shops in which we acquired a magnificient Turkey, Roast Potatoes, fresh gravy and all the trimmings. But sadly no pigs in blankets.
That done, the evening was back on course and we all got dressed up for a special Christmas eve dinner and drinks at ‘The Balcony,’ a place in Byron we have come to know and love for early evening gin and tonics. The heavens opening just as we were leaving so reminded us of England but a great evening of family tapas and paella followed and then back home to bed in expectation of Santa (who remember had to climb in through the vent in our loo!)
Christmas eve dinner
Christmas morning started at a very civil 6.45 am and Santa had somehow delivered. Our walk along the beach before breakfast, dressed up in white, red and green with Santa hats on, attracted the local newspaper reporter doing his piece on Byron at Christmas. Boxing day morning and we had made the front cover of the paper- unfortunately minus Georgia for who a call of nature coincided with the pic.
We take a walk whilst Fluffy pants guards the chocs!
Smoked salmon on muffins for breakfast, a present opening session and by a very relaxed 1pm we hit the beach. What a great atmosphere- lots of santa hats, barbies and very hot indeed. There was even a surfing santa wearing a mankini!
Santa's not so little helpers.
By 4 however the prospect of the turkey beckoned and we switched on George. Two and a half hours later we sat down to the most relaxed Christmas dinner you can imagine. What an amazing act of teamwork but we all agreed Lu gets a masterchef nomination.
Lu looking great- and the turkey wasn't so bad either.....
Alas, like all wonderful things, Byron is over. We loved every single minute.
The next few days we are heading south to Sydney for New years eve. We have just stopped north of Coffs harbour at a place called Split Solitude Beach. We spent the most amazing hour at the ‘Legends of Surf Museum’ run by the coolest 80 year old guy, Scott Dillon, we have ever met. He has been surfing since he was 3 years old and the museum is a tour of his memorabilia- great pics of him surfing the most famous waves in the world, a collection of amazing boards and other pieces of surf history. The camp is very relaxed, the only similarity to Byron is that we are right on the beach, but that is it. We are in the sand dunes, amongst the trees and it is very laid back indeed.
Take care and enjoy the holidays
Andy and Lu.
xxx
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