Tonight I sat with my back to the caravan facing east and watched the moon rise behind the mountain, slide up the trunk of a coconut palm and illuminate its branches on which sat an owl like the one that spoke less and heard more, ‘why are we not more like this wise old bird?’ One of my mother’s favourite quotes. Sitting listening to the tide wash onto the shore over the mud flats reminded me of her and how she loved the sea and its moods and moves. As did my dad, but he was more in love with the sporting opportunities that fishing offered I think. We are all three Pisceans so I suppose there is logic in this. Looking out to sea is towards the Whitsundays. I have always felt some sort of glamour and pull towards them. Is it the name I wonder? I am not sure of the association but the islands and the Great Barrier Reef all in the mix. Not so Airlie Beach, which is just another Noosa, full of beautiful people holidaying in the little boxes of the Pete Seeger song.
No it is not Cowley Beach – we got the weekend wrong… it is Funnel Bay – so called because in the North westerly winds it funnels them hard onto land – as it did all afternoon. An informal camping spot without facilities of any sort but lovely. Just what we like. A guy who sold us some tools in Babinda told us about this place. So he established some credit after taking too much money off us for the tools!!