Dean and I are partial to a good sunrise walk, particularly when the weather is as nice as it was in Gerroa during our short visit last week. On our doorstep, just beyond the bridge, Seven Mile Beach stretched out before us, so we decided to go and have a look.
In the morning, Seven Mile Beach is basically deserted. Walking across the bridge, I try to remember what day it is. It’s amazing how quickly that ceases to matter when you travel. Instead of worrying about Monday to Friday, you focus on one hour to another. What will I be doing later today or tonight? I love the feeling of knowing work isn’t just around the corner… yet.
The temperature difference is really noticeable down south compared to up in Darwin, even more so in the morning. While we had grown accustomed to waking up already sweating, with humidity awaiting outside our air conditioned room, the NSW South Coast had been chugging along at an average 10 degrees lower. The morning we walked, even a summer sun emerging over the horizon could do nothing to deter us, it really was that good.
On my mum’s side, Seven Mile Beach is a kind of reverent place for our family. After migrating to Australia from Holland as a child, her parents moved around trying to find where they fit before settling in Berry, just a short distance from the beach. Life wasn’t perfect, but they carved a niche for themselves, and opened a bakery that (although no longer in their family) remains locally famous. They often went down to Seven Mile Beach as a family, and as individuals, to enjoy the one-of-a-kind natural beauty of the place. In 2008, we scattered my Opa’s ashes on the same beach, so for all of us it became a place to reflect on our lives. It still is today.
I always feel energised by a walk on a beautiful beach, particularly one as stunning as Seven Mile Beach. Heading up the hill to the beach house that we’d rented, we passed a little cafe: The Blue Swimmer. On a whim, we decided to stop for breakfast. It ended up being one of the best meals we would eat on the entire trip (food from my cousin’s wedding excepted), with the best iced coffee, incredibly fluffy eggs, generous servings of bacon and mouth-watering hash browns. Plus the staff were witty and welcoming, which is just how I like them. I don’t do many place reviews on this blog, but if you happen to be in Gerroa and you’re looking for a breakfast, don’t go past The Blue Swimmer.
What a way to start the morning, all things considered!