The path from the car park winds through coastal bushland thick with banksias and waratahs, their red blooms shocking against the green. When the trees part, the beach spreads before you: a long crescent of honey-colored sand bookended by rocky headlands that glow amber in afternoon light. Surfers dot the line-up like punctuation marks, waiting for the next set to march in from the southeast.
“One of the few NSW regional beaches where a protected coastal reserve meets consistent, camera-ready surf.”
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The Farm—a working cattle property until the 1980s—still carries that pastoral ease. Families spread picnic blankets on the grassy reserve while cormorants dry their wings on offshore rocks. The northern end offers mellower shore breaks where beginners practice their pop-ups; the southern point delivers the barrels that made this beach famous in surf magazines decades ago. Between sets, you might spot a pod of dolphins working the same swells.
When the offshore wind turns glassy at dawn, the water takes on the color of jade, and the only sounds are the thump of shorebreak and the rustle of coastal tea-trees. By mid-morning, the car park fills with board-laden utes and the scent of zinc and board wax hangs in the air. But there's always room on the sand, always another wave in the rotation.
