What a difference a day makes! And such a day it has been, dawning cloudless and heralding holiday weather as was celebrated today by the dozens of families picnicking at the beach and on recreational areas, the young blondies showing off their spray tans and short shorts and the old blondies daringly baring their own withered loins.
Little Blowhole |
We had
managed to slip out before the replay to check out the Little Blowhole, just a
kilometre down the coast, if that. We wound our way through yet another maze of
streets to be duly rewarded by this smaller hole which was blowing well today.
It was worth the effort and the fact we missed the first ten minutes of the
game.
After checking
on the fourth day of cricket play, lunch and then more cricket until their own
lunch time, we headed north up to Kiama Downs to see the Cathedral Rocks,
volcanic rocks shaped by erosion over the millenium. Adjacent, playing in the
swirling surf were half a dozen young people, taking their lives in their
hands. Out of control, the ragged rocks would have been their only destination.
We watched their antics for some time and I tried to remember how young people
consider life and such recklessness. Had I ever lived life in such a foolhardy
manner? Yes, probably, but not in the surf .
A little
to the south was a more conventional surf beach, this named The Boneyard, or the
cameron Boyd Reserve. Cameron Boyd was known as the King of the Boneyard, obviously one of the surfing madman I alluded
to before. Apart from spending time surfing at this beach, he made a
significant contribution to competitive surfing on the South Coast in the 1970s
so it is quite appropriate that this spot bears his name.
We
walked a little down the coast until we reached the Bombo Headland, a moonscape
of basalt walls and columns, the remnants of blue metal quarrying. This surreal
landscape is apparently used regularly as a backdrop for video clips and
television advertisements. It is absolutely amazing and struck me in the same
way the alien landscape east of Coober Pedy had done, although this today is greatly
due to man’s intervention.
When
whitemen arrived down this way, the headland was promptly stripped of its
vegetation and became a loading dock for the blue metal industry. Long after
the industry had ceased, a local activist group intervened to save it from
further quarrying and campainged to have it set aside for nature and
recreation. In 1974, the headland was declared a State Park.
Bombo Headland with interference from birds and man |
Back in
Kiama, we parked at the lower end of town and noted all the tourists and the fact that the cafes were all full,
even mid afternoon. We wandered past the cottages, heritage listed homes to the
quarrymen who were the life blood of Kiama before the quarries closed in 1961. Demand
for blue metal for roads, railways and trams were really the genisis of Kiama.
These
timber terrace houses date back to 1886 and were built for quarry workers and
their families. By 1960 they were in such a state of disrepair, they were
almost demolished. Since then they have been classified by the National Trust
and placed under a permanent conservation order.
The
blowhole today was very different to the first visit; just a rumble down the
great hole while first time tourists waited, hopeful, on the viewing platforms.
The scene up and down the coast today, despite the heat haze, was so much more
attractive today. The absence of wind makes for happier touring. The harbour
tucked above the northern side of Blowhole Point was picturesque with colour
and busy-ness.
The
harbour, Robertson Basin, is actually
manmade, blasted out of the rock. Between 1849 and 1855 numerous applications
and petitions were made by the citizens of the Kiama district, duly rewarded
with the harbour facility. The Basin was an important improvement in
communication prior to the opening of the south coast railway.
The quarry houses at Kiama |
It is
just less than two weeks before we fly to Auckland and meet up with our family,
the days are counting down and we have more days than tasks; just the way it
should be. Tomorrow we will head north again, inching ever closer to Sydney
from where we must depart for our family reunion.
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