Sunday and we manage to be in the right place for this very big monthly market. We do spend lots of time wandering and then sit to watch the band Broadfoot play for an hour. They are obviously stuck in the 70s which is why we stayed.

Perhaps a good idea to bring a couple of cash machines around on a trailer. Not like it would be an easy target for theft or anything is it?

After lunch we drove to the lighthouse area, a maze of dead end roads, leading to full car parks, beaches and homes. We have seen some lookouts on this holiday and this was right up there (literally) with the best.

Scientifically monitoring the coast with 'CoastSnap'. You can see the cradle in the photograph and this positions all cameras the same. CoastSnap relies on repeat photos at the same location to track how the coast is changing over time due to processes such as storms, rising sea levels, human activities and other factors. Using photogrammetry, CoastSnap turns photos into data. This is then used to understand and forecast how coastlines might change in the coming decades. Or, since you need an email address, it may understand where visitors are coming from. Take your pick. You can easily look at their data.

Stuck out on the most Easterly part of Australia, you can look back on the right to the beautiful Byron Bay Beach, or left on the empty one, which like all Eastern facing beaches is closed due to cyclone warning. But we have heard that the Met Office have now downgraded it, category two, almost nothing.

Key to apartment wrapped in polythene bag, folded several times and secured in swimming trunks pocket. Glasses and wedding ring stowed on bed side table.

Yearning for the sea and the surf we throw ourselves into the boiling waters. Such a warm and welcome from the soft foam, we never want to leave. But the sea wants to leave. Each huge wave floods the beach and then the water recedes, rapidly enough to knock you over. Small rocks are pulled towards the water. On your knees, you sink into the sand, perhaps a foot, as the tide tears the sand backwards and slightly sideways. The tide is going out, very fast. We venture further and further away from our towels, to keep up with it. Eventually we give in and come home. To a curry, a wet key and sand everywhere.