A no-rush weekend of dunes, harbours, bakeries and cold-water swims.
Drop bags. Walk straight to the sea.
Coffee, warm rolls, no itinerary yet.
Rent bikes and follow the wind.
Fish, fries, last look at the water.
The best part of this coast is the in-between: empty paths through marram grass, tiny beach cafés and places you find because you missed the obvious turn.
Postcard from the edge of the map.
Windproof layer, swimsuit, paperback.
Rental car. The train + bike is enough.
Only your bed. Leave the rest open.