Cliff Top Camping




Relics café at Cann River

Today it’s not only time to move campsites we also change states from Victoria to New South Wales. The drive is another 270Km along the Princes Highway or A1, it’s nothing like the A1 in the UK. The drive is mainly through forested areas with occasional vast vistas of steep sided mountains covered with trees. We pass some flat farm land with huge fields of maize and sunflowers, the latter all with their heads turned towards the sun. The halfway point of the drive is Cann River our designated coffee stop today. Now, how do I begin to describe “Relics” café, well, think American diner crossed with and eclectic junk yard and you may just be there. There’s 7 inches singles nailed above the door, formica tables covered in red and white spotted plastic tablecloths, a hotch potch of chairs and sofas, motorbikes, pushbikes, table football, farm implements ….. the list is endless, the coffee is great. We believe it’s all for sale, we may go back and put in a bid.
The endless forests continue until we reach Eden, where we come back down to the sea and shortly cross the bridge into Merimbula. The campsite is up on the cliff and Glad is pleased to be given a spot with uninterrupted views of the ocean where she can rest. It doesn’t take us long to set up and sit down outside to admire the view when we are the subjects of a gang “mugging”. Now the culprits will be easily identified on crime watch, they’re about 7 inches tall, bright green with red, yellow and blue faces and bellies, that’s right they’re parakeets eager to see if we’ve any tasty apple for them. They try Dave’s coffee but it’s not to their liking, after some 10 minutes of harassment they fly off to find more amenable victims. Consequently, although we BBQ tonight we don’t feel brave enough to eat outside until well after dark when the crickets are out singing, the bunnies are hopping around and the stars above are oh so bright.

3 of "The Gang" checking us out