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It was our third camp in a row beside the sea. This was the view from our van.

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  1. Million dollar view. That does make camping look attractive.

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    1. There used to be lots of caravan parks with absolute sea front positions but these days they have mostly been given over to cabins and the caravans get a spot at the back. However in this case I understand the foreshore is only leased so the cabins were further back on the private land.

      That said we found quite a few caravan parks gave us waterfront positions on our SA trip.

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  2. Such a calm sea. Brilliant view.

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    1. Never really noticed the calm sea until you mentioned it. We didn't get a lot of time looking at it because it was raining a lot of the time.

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