Murray Point Beach sits at the quieter end of Tumby Bay, where the Gawler Ranges tumble into Eyre Peninsula's eastern shore. The drive down the gravel track feels like leaving the world behind: mallee gives way to coastal heath, and then the shore appears, a long sweep of blonde sand cupped between low headlands. Offshore, the water shifts from jade to cobalt, so calm that pelicans float like decoys and you can watch their shadows on the sand beneath them.
“This is one of the few mainland beaches on the Eyre Peninsula where you can wade a hundred meters and still stand waist-deep in water clear enough to count pebbles.”
Credit: UnsplashSunset reflecting on wet sand
You'll have the beach mostly to yourself. Locals come at dawn to cast lines from the jetty or wade knee-deep with hand nets for blue swimmer crabs. By mid-morning, the only company is the occasional cormorant drying its wings on a piling. The sand here is fine enough to squeak underfoot, studded with tiny coquina shells in shades of lavender and rust.
Bring a kayak and you can nose along the headland's kelp beds, where Port Jackson sharks doze in the shallows and old-man saltbush clings to the rocks above. Pack everything—water, shade, lunch—because there's nothing commercial for kilometers. Just you, the tide, and the low hum of cicadas in the scrub behind the dunes.
