We went, of course, for the shopping, and because it is supposed to be a hub of progressive and alternative ideas and businesses - Waldorf schools, Auyervedic practitioners etc.
As it turns out the mood of the town really centered on tanned, bikinied, gorgeous young people from all over the world with surfboards tucked under their arms, because the true hub of Byron are it's beautiful beaches.
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I loved this paperbark tree - when we were kids we would peel off the bark from these trees and carefully seperate the layers and use it to write notes and secret messages.
This is a banksia tree, and as I walked up under it I could hear the little bright green and red parrots we call 'twenty-eights' (why I have no idea) making an absolute ruckus feeding on the blossoms. They flew off in a blur of colour when I tried to take their pictures though.
So Byron was quaint, brightly colored and with plenty of interesting people watching opportunities - the extremely wealthy alternative population, the old hippies who still own their now million dollar properties on the edge of town and drive around in old VW buses, and the young, beautiful travellers from all corners of the globe.
We actually got to meet some of those, a lovely pair of Swedish lads who manfully gave our car a push so Mum could clutch start it after we left the lights on and ran the battery down.
On our way home we stopped at the antique store in Moobil - pronounced Mobil but the spelling clearly exploited for all its worth.
This lady has set up home in the backyard. Yes, the spiders here do seem unusually large. Last night the one from earlier who was in my room and did keep her promise not to crawl across my face ran across the hall in front of me and into Mums room. I thought she was a mouse.
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