Everyone has a special holiday place from their childhood. Mine is Mylestom – a sleepy coastal town on the mid-north coast of New South Wales. It is cornered between the Bellinger River and the Pacific Ocean of North Beach. Repton (where Dick Smith lives) is perched on the hills behind the town. It is only a short drive off the Pacific Motorway and is about 20 minutes south of Coffs Harbour.
We spent many years returning over the Christmas holidays. Sometimes we spent a week, other years we would stay for two weeks. Sometimes we went as a complete family. Other years we just went with Dad or we had extras like grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and as I grew older, my boyfriend (who is now The Husband) were welcomed on our family getaways.
It never mattered who was with us, or for how long we went, we all enjoyed early morning walks on the beach, late night excursions to marvel at the soldier crabs marching along the sands, morning swims in the beach trying to master the boogie board, a dip in the tidal pool before lunch, fish and chips overlooking the river, afternoon ice-creams and the odd trip further afield. We visited towns like Urunga, Bellingen, Sawtell, Nambucca Heads, and Dorrigo.
So when The Husband and I returned for a quick visit last year, I loved taking D-Man around to the special spots from my childhood. Not all that much has changed. The beach is just as I remember. There is a great lookout now that you can sit and check out the surf or, in the right season spot a whale or, more often, dolphins in the distance. The surf club toilets remain unchanged. The tidal pool boardwalk has changed from a cement structure to a wooden one, and there was a fence around the tidal pool.
Change or not, it still felt like yesterday that I was running around, splashing, and having loads of fun on our family holidays.
Where is your special childhood holiday destination? Have you returned? Why was it so memorable?