THE E STORY. ENTRANCE.
I have lived a good deal of my life in the small town of Urunga at the entrance to the Bellinger River. White folks first found it in the mid 1800s but they weren’t the first to find it. It’s a tricky entrance for boats or ships. Narrow and sand affected. In the 1800s and early 1900s, ships came through the entrance, bringing supplies and collecting timber and then farm products but the entrance eventually beat them.
We have a footbridge that leads across the swimming hole and out along the breakwater right to the beach. I’ll find some more images for you. It’s a fine walk and last time I was out there, someone had built a driftwood village on the sand. I saw kangaroos out on the flats as well.
Once, or twice or more, I lived in the old Pilot House on the hill in town. The Pilot used to go out to the ships and lead them through the Entrance and into the shelter of the river.
As a family, we have been coming here since 1948. My parents honeymooned in Urunga. Then we came from the city for annual holidays and in the early 1970s I moved here to live. Our kids have learned to swim in the Lido near the Entrance. Well – none of them really learned to swim. Its just what we do. Estuarine People.
There is something sacred and mysterious about narrow and difficult entrances. They so often protect and mask remarkable people, places and things. I rarely take the most obvious way into anything.
THE ENTRANCE TO OUR RIVER.
COMING IN FROM THE RIVER
LOOKING OUT TO THE ENTRANCE OF THE RIVER
THE DRIFTWOOD VILLAGE AT THE END OF THE FOOTBRIDGE
ON THE FOOTBRIDGE AT THE ENTRANCE TO THE BELLINGER
LOOKING BACK TO URUNGA
KANGAROOS ON THE FLATS BEHIND THE FOOTBRIDGE AND THE BEACH
THE PILOT HOUSE THAT LOOKS OUT OVER THE RIVER ENTRANCE TO THE PACIFIC OCEAN