Yep, we had a little difficulty coming up with a song reference for this post. Your thoughts and suggestions are most welcome. Maybe it should be 'feathers, burns and skin'. I await the avalanche of high brow thought.
Despite my misgivings about the possibility of a disturbed sleep due to the proximity of numerous squealing children, they settled with the sunset and the only things that woke me were the storm as it swept through and the morning sun.
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| The view from our unit at night |
You would know gentle reader that my darling wife likes to sleep in the equivalent of the bat cave, where any light is most unwelcome. Had I not seen her in daylight I might be swayed by Bram Stoker's musings on vampires. However, I digress. There were heavy curtains on one window in the bedroom and in the lounge area which also has a sofa bed. These were quite effective and of major importance as our unit faces almost due north. Sadly, there is one window without curtains, it has only timber venetians to shield us from the sunrise, or attempt to protect us from the morning light. Epic fail. At first, the light crept in like Dan and Leesh's dog Storm, creeping onto the lounge, and then - the sun was up and it arrived with blinding beams through the slats. There will be no sleeping-in here ... perhaps an afternoon nanna nap might be more in order. After the room has been serviced of course.
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| The view looking out |
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| The view looking in |
And so to breakfast. We meandered down the stairs and out to the forecourt where Aromas Noosa serve food and beverages from 6 am till late, whatever 'late' means. While not up to Bourke Street Bakery standards, the sourdough was OK as was the coffee. How difficult is it to get decent coffee in this country? The standards are so variable that Jayne has taken to drinking hot chocolate instead. Yes, another first world problem.
Aromas is desperately trying channel Paris with everything, down to the decor. The chairs are imitation cane and sit either side of a small round table. They are lined three rows deep facing Hastings Street after the style of a French cafe. It is quite enjoyable to spend the time sitting there watching the passing parade of locals and holiday makers, marvelling at the folly of young girls who think their bodies look resplendent with their sleeve tattoos. Old age is just around the corner and with it, sagging skin. I predict tattoo removal to be the growth industry of the next decade. That and an increase in the number of skin clinics to combat the damage done by the sun on unprotected skin. It's a pity that one generation cannot learn from the previous one; even I have embraced (well tolerate) sun screen in my later years. You don't have to look very far to see the impact of sun on the faces of some of the older inhabitants, much like any animal, our skin turns to leather once it has been cured and there is ample evidence of that walking along Hastings Street. No amount of make up or expensive accessorising can hide it.
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| Wow - check out the surf. |
After breakfast we went on the obligatory lap of Hastings Street and then up and down the boardwalk on the beach. No surf today although that probably pleased the crowd that was dominated by parents and young children. Sand castles abounded.
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| One of the locals on the boardwalk |
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| If you look close you can see the 3rd wave (CEDP joke) |
The Surf Club balcony has a gorgeous view over the beach so we thought we might lunch there. The food is probably good pub grub and the servings are more than ample. They also have a good range and a small but intertesting wine list. In short, there is something for everyone.
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| One of the resident butcher birds at the Surf Club |
Jayne had a burger reminiscent of a Gidget movie and I, unsurprisingly, had the seafood basket. With a bottle of Pinot Gris we settled in to eat, sip and watch the people traffic below and the impact of the butcher birds. They scared a number of patrons but didn't actually appear to reap any benefit, unlike the kookaburra on Great Keppel Island that was quite adept at stealing the meat from your hamburger when you were looking elsewhere.
We noted the dominance within our observed population of blondes and red heads. As a result, we also saw a lot of unprotected skin and sunburn. We also commented on the decrease in inked skin in comparison with Sydney. Do you suppose people are more sensible up here? That's too funny to contemplate, being closer to the sun and all and the effect that would have, boiling your brain.
A slow walk down Hastings back to our to unit to read for a while, or more accuratley to sleep. After a nice nanna nap it's back to the books and the balcony. The sun has lost its heat and it is most pleasant sitting out here. The view is nothing to get excited about but we are protected from the noise of the main street and the noisy people traffic. The sound of the beach washes over everything else.
It's back to my book. I'm quite worried about that nice Mr Harker, he hasn't been the same since his trip to Transylvania and now his boss, Mr Hawkins has died unexpectedly ... oh dear, do you think there could be a connection?
au demain
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