It rained most of the night and was still raining off and on when we got up. It market day in Byron Bay and we had heard that it was pretty big. As we found a parking spot there was a few spots of rain but we decided to brave the weather and head in. It was one of the first and one of the largest markets I had seen where 90% of the products on sale were either locally grown or locally made. Many markets these days have stalls selling junks straight out of containers bought in from Asia. 10 mins into the browse the rain got heavier and we decided that was enough. We headed back into town, found some parking and strolled up the main street of Byron Bay looking for somewhere to have lunch. You can certainly see where Byron Bay gets its reputation from, as you walk the streets. We have never seen so many middle aged hippies in one spot. It was still raining off and on and yet some people were walking around rugged in bright coloured clothing up but with bare feet.

Jacky spotted Hogs Breath and venue for lunch was decided. After lunch we went back to Woolies for a bit of grocery shopping and were once again reminded of where we were by a lady in Woolworths, who would have been in her mid-sixties with dread locks down to her waist and bare feet.

The whole purpose of coming to Byron Bay was to stand on the most eastern point of Australia so we headed up to the lighthouse. Cape Bryon is national park, all 50 acres of it, so they can charge you a $7 entry. The car park was quite small, about 30 cars, and even on a day like today it was full. Fortunately people were not staying long and there was a kind gentleman standing in the rain with his yellow raincoat collecting $7 and directing you to where you could park.

Cape Byron Lighthouse

Cape Byron

Jacky enjoying Cape Byron

In between showers we took some photos of the lighthouse and the cape, at one point the clouds came in so low you couldn’t see parts of the lighthouse. The track to the very tip was about 100 mtrs downhill and given the weather conditions we felt that getting to the lighthouse was as eastern as we needed to be. The little café there was doing a good trade selling coffee and tea so we sat on the veranda of the old keeper’s house, read some of the history and enjoyed a cuppa