A beach club on the west spit of Halcyon Bay. Two hundred sunbeds on a court raked every hour, a bar on the deck, and sets that run from golden hour to closing.
Every place comes with a towel, a shade and table service from the deck. Day rate runs 10:00 to sunset; anything booked after 17:00 is a half day.
One bed, one parasol, one side table. Rows two and six sit closest to the water line, so the rake passes right in front of you twice a day.
A wide mattress under one canopy on the front row, with a cooler box and a bottle of still water per person. The one people book for a birthday.
Four beds under a reed roof on the second terrace, half a step above the court. Shade from noon on, which on this beach is the thing worth paying for.
A closed cabana with a lounge, a fridge, a safe and a host on the bell. Stays yours after sunset, which is when the deck fills up and the sets start.
The club is built around a walled courtyard behind the dune: a long bar, a shallow plunge pool, thirty bulbs on a single wire and eight floor lanterns. Drag the slider through the day and watch it change hands.
Rakes come out at seven, the court is combed end to end, and the kitchen serves flatbread and cold brew until the first swimmers arrive.
Shade sells out. Parasols go up in every row, the plunge pool runs at 26°C, and the bar switches to the long drinks list.
The walls turn the colour of the wall paint they were named for, the kitchen fires the grill, and the resident DJ opens on the deck without a word of announcement.
Thirty bulbs on one sagging wire, eight lanterns on the floor, and a court that still holds the last pattern the rake left in it.
The plunge pool sits between the bar and the dune, heated to 26°C from April to October. Touch the water below and the rings run to the wall and come back.
26°C from April, no chlorine smell on your skin, water turned over four times a day.
Half the pool is roped for swimming until 12:00. After that the ropes come out and it belongs to everybody.
Six underwater lamps come on at dusk and stay on until the bar closes. The best seats on the deck look straight down the long side.
The deck booth opens at 17:00 every day of the week. These are the nights worth planning around — a bed on the front row usually goes ten days out.
Season opener on the deck. Slow house from eight, the grill runs until midnight, and the court stays lit until the last table leaves.
Six hours, two decks, one booth. The night the neighbours have stopped complaining about, because it ends at one o'clock sharp.
One long table on the sand, five courses off the grill, wine by the carafe. Twenty-four seats, booked through the form below only.
The one night a year the club stays open to three. Beds come out of the front row and the court is raked flat at midnight.
The west spit of Halcyon Bay was a parking lot and a broken slipway until 2017. We took the lease on eighty metres of it, built a deck out of the old jetty timber, and opened with fourteen sunbeds and one blender.
The rake came in the second season. A groomed court reads differently from a trampled one — it tells you somebody was here an hour ago and will be back in another hour. That habit is the whole club: small things, done on the clock, every day of the season.
Everything is ours and nothing is franchised. The kitchen is eight people, the bar is six, and the two of us who signed the lease are still the ones locking up at one in the morning.
“We do not sell a view. Anyone can sell a view. We sell the fact that at four in the afternoon somebody walks the court with a rake and puts it back the way you found it.”
Booked a double daybed for a birthday and forgot to ask for anything extra — it was already there. Cooler box, cold water, and the runner remembered the drink order by the third round.
We came for the pool and stayed for the grill. Sea bass off the coals, feet still wet, nobody rushing us off the bed at six. That is a rare combination on this coast.
The front row sells out early and nobody pretends otherwise — they told me straight on the phone and put me on row three instead. Shade arrives an hour later there, which is worth knowing before you book.
Last building before the dune path. Parking behind the pool house, free for booked guests; the coast bus stops at the slipway, four minutes on foot.
| Monday | 10:00 — 23:00 |
| Tuesday | 10:00 — 23:00 |
| Wednesday | 10:00 — 23:00 |
| Thursday | 10:00 — 00:00 |
| Friday | 10:00 — 01:00 |
| Saturday | 09:00 — 01:00 |
| Sunday | 09:00 — 23:00 |
Follow Larkspit Road past the boatyard until it turns to sand. The gate is the reed wall with the rake leaning on it.
Tell us the day and the party size. We hold the place for two hours and confirm by phone — nothing is charged on this page.
“If the weather turns, we call you before you drive out. It has happened four times this season.”
We have your request. The front desk calls back within two hours; until then the place is held under your name.