Tags
An early knock on the caravan door has me out of bed and ready for the beach in five quick minutes. We park opposite Sea World and walk along a track to the beach: dog-with-a-purple-collar, two surfers, a swimmer, and a hanger-on grandma who forgot to bring swimming gear to Queensland in summer.
Join me as I amble down to the beach past unfamiliar plants, and, after a paddle, return behind the dunes to sit in my low sand-chair in the shade. Watch a runner who stops to do twenty push-ups, runs away, returns and does twenty more. Notice two ground birds skulking through the grass, and a butterfly skimming above them. Maintain silence as I try to catch up with my neglected diary.
The dog with the purple collar and the woman with long legs and a filmy dress crest the sandhills; the girl with a body board on a lead comes up the track: the man on the board swoops across the horizon on a wave and then jogs towards us. The family has assembled and we return up the mountain to the boy left behind to sleep.
Posted with Blogsy
snippetsandsnaps 
Love to hear your description of your day on the GC Meg. I always find it amazing that for such a popular place you can still find almost deserted beaches. Was that the Spit area you were in? They are trying to put together plans to build a cruise ship terminal and a casino + hi-rise apartments along there… 😦
LikeLike
We encountered a protest march about the Spit development on another occasion. The grandkids followed and joined in when they went off to buy an ice cream. I think we were the other side: the path in is the bushiest for that surfing strip. My son is a bush boy at heart, and seeks it where he can find it.
LikeLike
Our son dives from the spit and is horrified about the proposed development.
LikeLike
That tree was keeping an eye on me! 🙂 I love that little row of flowers beneath it. You sound wonderfully happy in the thick of it all, Meg. Got to write the diary! Otherwise how will you know where you’ve been? 🙂
LikeLike
It’s been great time with the Tamborine Mob. They’ve translocated to Stanthorpe with me till after Boxing Day, so we’re only minus Warsaw and Sussex Inlet – 5 people and one dog.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Views of a misty beach with a town in the background – gorgeous!
LikeLike
I must admit I prefer my beaches without background towns! These tall buildings look quite surreal through the early morning sea mist, but I don’t want to go any closer, especially not behind the wheel of a car. Warm greetings to you from 30+ degrees – although I notice it’s 8 in Zagreb right now, so the differential is smaller than I expected.
LikeLike
It looks blissful to me and what a variety of flora, the pale yellow ones are especially lovely. I’d say it was a good move forgetting the swimsuit – you got to relax!
LikeLike
The beach was probably deserted enough to risk makeshift swimmers, but I’m particularly hesitant in the ocean and I don’t push myself.
LikeLike
I took about twenty shots of the pale yellow ones: they were beautifully folded. They are the flowers of the cotton tree. The spectacular leaf is from the macaranga tree. The red and green flower is a member of the incredibly diverse euphorbia family. (Did you need to know this, or am I confusing you with Jude?)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Confused or not I appreciate the info – I was going to ask you what the flowers were 🙂 A great day out Meg.
LikeLike