Port Macquarie Australian Vets Golf

Nov 8 to 12 2010  The Australian Veterans Golf Association hold their annual championships in different states each year. Last year was Queensland (Cairns). And this year the championships were held in NSW at Port Macquarie. The event was over 3 rounds of golf at 3 different local golf clubs : Port Macquarie, Camden Haven and Wauchope. All the courses were in great condition, considering there had been a lot of rain the previous week.

Pelican Waters Golf Club was very well represented with 9 players attending the event. Out of those nine people, 6 won prizes. Bob was runner up on the first day at Port Macquarie with a net score of 67 and also runner up on the second day at Camden Haven with a net 68. His third round at Wauchope was not as good with a net 75. However, he did end up as runner up in B Grade for the tournament.

Siobhan also played well. She was ladies runner up on her second day and won the ladies competition on her third day. Siobhan also won a ‘nearest the pin’ prize at Camden Haven. The prizes were vouchers for golf equipment and we ended up with over $750 worth : should not have much problem spending it though !

Next year’s event is to be held in Tasmania and we are looking forward to seeing the state for the first time.

      

There was a gala dinner and prizegiving at Port Macquarie on the Friday night and a good time was had by all.

   

The trip was completed with a short 2 night stay at Ballina, on the north east coast of NSW.

  

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Nelson Bay

 

Nov 4 to 6 2010  Left the caravan at Port Macquarie to travel 250 Kms south to Nelson Bay to visit Tom and Julie who have recently moved up from Sydney. As you can see from the photos, the weather was unseasonally cold and the scheduled golf had to be cancelled. Had a lovely drive around Port Stephens and Tom produced a beautiful lamb roast on his new rotisserie BBQ. Friends John and Di joined us for the BBQ.

 

Port Macquarie

Nov 1 to 14 2010  Port Macquarie is situated at the mouth of the Hastings River on the blue Pacific Ocean. The European settlement of Port Macquarie was established in 1821 and is one of the oldest penal settlements outside Sydney.

Arrived just in time to set up before an impressive thunder and lightening storm. Took a trip on the bikes to see some of the great scenery. Bob had a quick fish off the wharf and was surprised by a pod of 5 dolphins who he reckons frightened all the fish away ! Treated ourselves to a seafood platter at a lovely restaurant on the river.

     

Friends Alan and Lorraine Brydson and Matt and Maria Schlotterbach came down for the Aussie Vets Golf and we invited them all to the caravan for a BBQ. We also met with Jim and Maureen Nixon the following evening at their caravan site for a lovely meal at the on-site restaurant.

  

The coastline around Port Macquarie is absolutely spectacular with rocky headlands and long sandy beaches. Siobhan tried the water but it was too cold for a long swim.

  

Brunswick Heads NSW

Oct 28 to Nov 1 2010  Looked for a stop over on the way to Port Macquarie and decided on Brunswick Heads, just north of Byron Bay, 250 Kms south of Brisbane. This is a lovely, small unspoilt village on the mouth of the Brunswick river. There was lots of wild life. These were local neighbours who came to visit. Plus we spotted whales just off the coast heading back south to the Antarctic.

  

The family next to us had 3 small school-aged children who they were home schooling using the internet whilst they travelled around Australia for 2 years.

  

Took a trip to Byron Bay which wasn’t really what we expected (not many hippies around !). It had more modern shops and restaurants and was a very busy tourist town. The Byron lighthouse was certainly worth a visit with great views of the coastline. We then went inland up the Tweed Valley tourist drive and found Nimbin which is where all the hippies now live. Finally, played a round of golf at Ocean Shores which was quite a difficult course but very picturesque.

   

Before the trip to Brunswick Heads Bob organised a surprise night away in the Sunshine Coast Hinterland at Maleny for Siobhan’s birthday. The meal was at the Reserve Restaurant (a favourite) and the usual dozen red roses were waiting at the table !

  

There is a wonderful Aboriginal legend of the Glasshouse Mountains (pictured above).

The legend of the Glasshouse Mountains in Aboriginal told stories runs: Now Tibrogargan was the father of all the tribes and Beerwah was his wife, and they had many children. Coonowrin, the eldest; the twins, Tunbubudla; Miketeebumulgrai; Elimbah whose shoulders were bent because she carried many cares; the little one called Round because she was so fat and small; and the one called Wild Horse since he always strayed away from the others to paddle out to sea. (Ngungun, Beerburrum and Coochin do not seem to be mentioned in the legend). One day when Tibrogargan was gazing out to sea, he perceived a great rising of the waters. He knew then that there was to be a very great flood and he became worried for Beerwah, who had borne him many children and was again pregnant and would not be able to reach the safety of the mountains in the west without assistance. So he called to his eldest son, Coonowrin, and told him of the flood which was coming and said, “Take your mother, Beerwah, to the safety of the mountains while I gather your brothers and sisters who are at play and I will bring them along.” When Tibrogargan looked back to see how Coonowrin was tending to his mother he was dismayed to see him running off alone. Now this was a spiritless thing for Coonowrin to do, and as he had shown himself to be a coward he was to be despised. Tibrogargan became very angry and he picked up his nulla nulla and chased Coonowrin and cracked him over the head with a mighty blow with such force that it dislocated Coonowrin’s neck, and he has never been able to straighten it since. By and by, the floods subsided and, when the plains dried out the family was able to return to the place where they lived before. Then, when the other children saw Coonowrin they teased him and called “How did you get your wry neck – How did you get your wry neck?” and this made Coonowrin feel ashamed. So Coonowrin went to Tibrogargan and asked for forgiveness, but the law of the tribe would not permit this. And he wept, for his son had disgraced him. Now the shame of this was very great and Tibrogargan’s tears were many and, as they trickled down they formed a stream which wended its way to the sea. So Coonowrin went then to his mother, Beerwah, but she also cried, and her tears became a stream and flowed away to the sea. Then, one by one, he went to his brothers and sisters, but they all cried at their brother’s shame. Then Tibrogargan called to Coonowrin and asked why he had deserted his mother and Coonowrin replied, “She is the biggest of us all and should be able to take care of herself.” But Coonowrin did not know that his mother was again with child, which was the reason for her grossness. Then Tibrogargan put his son behind him and vowed he would never look at him again. Even to this day Tibrogargan gazes far, far out to sea and never looks at Coonowrin. Coonowrin hangs his head in shame and cries, and his tears run off to the sea, and his mother, Beerwah, is still pregnant, for, you see, it takes many years to give birth to a mountain.”