Its mid winter and we find that the two council caravan parks in Woolgoolga are almost full with southerners.  But at least we can squeeze into Woolgoolga Beach Caravan Park. As it’s only an overnight stop we would much prefer to have a drive through site but beggars can’t be choosers. We are put at the very corner of the camp beside the intersection of two shopping streets and there are no fences. In fact we could pretty much crawl across the street to the pub or shout our coffee order to the cafe beside us. A guy walks past strumming his guitar, I’m tempted to grab my ukulele and a hat and try busking on the van’s back bumper bar!  Woolgoolga is known for its large temple overlooking the Old Pacific Highway and as a Sikh town the air is pungent with the smell of curry. We walk the length of the big broad curving beach and find a wrecked ship at the northern end. It is the 310 ton Buster that sank in 1893. King tides expose the wreck about every three years, the remainder of its wooden ribs poke out of the sand like jagged teeth.  Back at the park the camp kitchen and amenities are faultless and the large herb garden is much appreciated but boy we should have gone out for a curry. Ah well there’s always next time.