Six and a half hours and a little of 500km awaited us as we set off on our trek down to South West Rocks. In May this year, Dad and I had been at Nambucca Heads. While there, we had driven to South West Rocks. We liked the place, plus it was somewhere that mum and dad had been. But, mum and dad hadn’t stayed there and neither had dad nor I.
So we set off at 7am. Almost 8 hours later we arrived, having navigated copious amounts of Monday morning traffic each side of Brisbane, a couple of accidents that we passed and driving through the mother of all hail storms.
Put it this way, the hard shoulder of the A1 going south became a car park. Everyone knew it was safer to stop and wait it out. We made it to South West Rocks and headed out to the local for dinner. You know when you see something on a menu and really fancy it…..well, we did. The chicken wings, that’s all we wanted and some garlic bread. The only thing they didn’t have, yes, you guessed it. Chicken wings.