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Boxing Day… is traditionally a day following Christmas when (in the good old days) wealthy people in the United Kingdom would often give a box containing a gift to their servants. Today, Boxing Day is better known as a bank or public holiday that occurs on December 26, or the first or second weekday after Christmas Day, depending on national or regional laws.
It is observed in the United Kingdom, Australia, Canada, New Zealand, and some other Commonwealth nations. Did you see that? They observe it in AUSTRALIA!!
So what does one traditionally do on a boxing day? If I were back in England, it would generally mean either a choice between queueing up for the sales to begin (Or camping out the night before if they were half as good as they used to be in the seventies), or impatiently waiting for the television companies to air their latest exclusive to our ‘bloated on turkey leftovers’ eyes.
What about over here in Oz though? What would I be subjected to for a good old Australian boxing day? Well the answer to that came in the guise of a phone call at around 9 am. It was Sharon Pearson again. She was the one that suffered the presence of the water dragon with us a few days earlier.
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| Our jollies for the day |
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| Click here for the Kingscliff beach album |
Anyway, we headed to the town centre, parked up, crossed the road, and there was the beach. Unfortunately, this bit of beach was closed due to tidal erosion of the beach front but undeterred we doubled back over the road and had lunch at Pizza Capers (Check out the day’s special in the photo albums).
After lunch, it was a quick jaunt down the front while taking in the shops and then we all piled back into the car and travelled a few hundred yards up the road to access the main beach area for Kingscliff. The day was to be an exercise in exploration more than anything else so we walked up to the water, got our feet wet, and generally took loads of photos for your edification and delight.
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| Click here for the Carbarita Beach album |
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| Click here for the Hastings Point album |
With every bit of beach we came across, there were hints of better beaches beyond and it was with that in mind that we continued even further south to Hastings Point. Once again, the views were stunning, the seas (oceans more like) were crystal clear with multi-hued shades of bluey greens and brilliant whites sprays, the skies were near cloudless, the sun blazing and the whole day perfect.
How many Brits are lucky enough to experience a boxing day like that I asked myself as I sat and remembered the cold ice laden roads of back home this time last year. There really is no comparison.
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I went to school up on the hill, yes my school has ocean views when I went there, not that as a kid I ever appreciated it, but I am sure NSW Department of Education is being offered massive amounts of money by developers to buy the land that the school is presently situated on.
My family lived in Kingscliff, I mean, grandmother, great aunties, we all lived in this little beach side town. At one stage 4 generations of the Priest family resided here. Those who know me will get a chuckle out of knowing I was descended from a family with the name Priest. It is my maternal Grandmothers family name. Funnily the same line that the Wiccan side comes from.
Cabarita and Hastings Point were where we would go on weekends with family friends for picnics with the kids, because the shallow river inlets were safer for us little ones to be in, versus the pounding surf of Kingscliff.
I am also amazed that the Hyundi i30 wasn't called a putt putt but my larger Mazda 3 SP25 was!!!
Boxing Day was great and as a seasoned Aussie, Andy I didn't get burnt. I have only just discovered Kingscliff recently through Jodie and must say it is just one of those places to go when you need an uplift. It is full of lovely scenery, and the photo's prove it.