Bush to Beach and back…
I know. I know. I’ve been quiet on here. Waaaaay too quiet.
I am going to blame my absense on several things – personal and family stuff which needs to remain, well, personal.
And part of it is the drought, which is slowly but surely tightening its grip on our part of the world. I will share some of that soon. But not quite yet. I need to gird myself (and hope it rains in the meantime) …
Let’s talk about last weekend instead! We had a rare chance to get away – thanks to Cal our fabulous jackaroo who kept an eye on things at Granite Glen for us. With the excuse of a couple of medical appointments and much-needed family visits to lure Mr Incredible from home and all its drought-related worries, we found ourselves here…
In a former life, I actually lived on the Sunshine Coast … in beautiful Buderim. I never really went to Noosa, except for work. And apart from a cousin’s wedding, I had never stayed here before, just to holiday. (Even if only for three nights). It was wonderful…
I gave up trying to avoid the two soccer-ball-kicking camera hogs in the centre. Maybe they thought I was ‘proper media’ with my big camera? Heh. Not anymore kids!
Surf is a VERY big novelty when you are a bush kid.
So is this…
And then there is the non-Mum-cooked breakkies. (No-one rejoices in this more than Mum).
Mine – muesli and fruit and yoghurt. Only ate half cause I needed to http://www.billhobbs.com/ fit those mushrooms on toast in! (Priorities).
And no washing up! (Triple mmmmmmm)
Noosa’s Hastings Street is quite ethereal at night.
That little archway to the left show dining on the street – and that’s where I had that gnocci.
We ate and we people-watched. Noosa is terrific for both those pastimes.
We also visited with family on the coast and in Brisbane – which was lovely and good for us all. Only hiccup was that I managed to leave my iphone at my father-in-laws place. Nice work Amanda!
Then on the way home, we called in to the sweet little town of Eumundi.
The iced coffee was pretty spesh too.
I wouldn’t realise until four hours later – after discovering my camera bag missing and making several frantic phone calls to other stops along the way home – that I had managed to leave my treasured camera bag there! Tucked neatly away under the bench where we sat with that iced coffee. Luckily I happened to choose an establishment that was quick to spot and safely stow my Nikon, and lenses, and GLASSES … how LUCKY was that.
And two days, one sister, one friend, 300km plud one 100km round trip to town for me to rendezvous ….
In my hands, taking photos of dust-covered things…
So you know that superstition about how things happen in threes?