As we drove from Nerang up the winding road to Lower Beechmont, I commented on the steep climb of six hundred metres. Below us lay the occasional house precariously balancing among the steep terrain of trees. As we climbed further we gasped at the sight of the Gold Coast with its tall buildings glittering in the midday sun. A day trip into the mountains was about to change our lives.
Approaching the quaint village of Lower Beechmont, we slowed down and stopped at a small cottage which had been converted into a restuarant. This together with a real estate agency, general store and houses formed the small community. Around us cows contentedly grazed amongst the lush grass and children climbed trees with reckless abandon. As we sat at the sturdy timber benches, we relaxed while ordering our pies and chips. My husband, Bruce and I observed the quietness of yesteryear as we eased into a different flow of life.
After our hearty country fare, we looked forward to the rest of our journey with renewed enthusiasm away from the city we had left behind. Ahead of us, we climbed further until the trees cleared and the expanse of the Gold Coast was below us. Up we sped towards Beechmont and Binna Burra beyond.
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