I absolutely enjoy five-star luxury holidays and escapes however, equally, there is something very special about a no-frills holiday in a place so trapped in a time warp it is reminiscent of summer holidays from long, long ago.
A generation ago a lot of people grew up with the annual three-week family holiday commencing on Boxing Day with a very early start (got to get ahead of the traffic), and the car would be all packed up and probably towing either a caravan or a trailer. And after a day’s drive north, you’d end up in a one-horse town where you’d spend your days swimming at the beach, sunbathing, licking icy-poles and only returning to the fibro holiday home when you could smell your dinner cooking on the barbecue. And if you’re in any way nostalgic about that kind of a holiday, you can rekindle those memories at Stuart’s Point.
After our week’s holiday over Christmas in the holiday house on Queensland’s Sunshine Coast, we were faced with a 13-hour drive home. And having been so busy over that past week we felt like we’d barely had time to breath, let alone relax. We felt it would be therapeutic to break up the journey home with a couple of stops.
We first went to Brisbane where we stayed with close friends for three nights. Everyone relaxed except for poor Rosie who was very intimidated by our friends’ three very robust dogs.
Brisbane is still 12-hours from Sydney so we thought it would be good to stop somewhere halfway between the two cities. Five years ago we had a one-week holiday in Stuart’s Point. We booked a holiday house through the local real estate agent and when we arrived, discovered it was owned by a very good friend of ours, Jen. I’ve mentioned Jen to you before because she’s a very capable cook and excellent entertainer who last year invited us to a Good Friday brunch.
After that one-week holiday Jen said if we ever wanted another holiday in Stuart’s Point to give her a call. And I remembered that. We phoned Jen and she said we could stay in a one-bedroom cottage she owned where there was a sofa bed in the lounge room for Alfie. Excellent. We once more packed up the car and began driving south. With holiday traffic it took nearly seven hours to drive to Stuart’s Point.
Stuart’s Point consists of a handful of level streets with no kerb and guttering, tiny weatherboard or fibro cottages, a corner store, a pharmacy, a butcher, a primary school, a couple of tennis courts, the bowling club and a camp site. And that’s it. And if you’re with Vodafone there’s barely even mobile reception.
We arrived in the evening and Jen was there to greet us and typically, told us she had dinner all ready for us, (I was thinking we’d have to go up to the Bowling Club for a bowl of chips or wedges but we’d been spared).
There’s a lot to love about Stuart’s Point. It’s one of the few remaining holiday destinations where you can have a simple, no-frills holiday with nothing to do but have a morning swim at the beach, get yourself some breakfast from the food truck opposite the corner store, read a book, swim in the river, or go fishing.
There’s nothing luxurious about Stuart’s Point but when you’re there it reminds you of what little you really need to be happy. Alfie, who’s been very happy staying in resorts, was equally as happy at Stuart’s Point. He particularly loved the freedom and independence of being able to wander around with bare feet in a very safe and friendly setting, and before heading back home, stopping in at the corner store and buying himself an ice cream and a bag of lollies.
The corner store is definitely the fixture of Stuart’s Point that cements the town being a place where time has stood still. Where else today do you find a shop with petrol bowsers out on the pavement, a corner set aside for a bottle shop, a section for bait and tackle, a lolly counter, a freezer with bags of ice, a row of fruit and vegetables, odds and ends like mosquito coils, thongs and sunscreen, and about two short aisles of essentials.
For a holiday in Stuart’s Point, all you need to do is think about what you would have packed if it was still 1975. And that would be a swim suit, a beach umbrella and sunscreen. And a good book because at Stuart’s Point you have that rare thing that’s hard to come by in the rat-race and that’s uninterrupted time.
Unfortunately, this time around we were only there for two nights however we’re hoping for another holiday at Stuart’s Point very soon.