Airlie beach to Jourama falls

Day 58
A milestone day today, my first haircut since leaving Sydney as the afro was getting a bit big.

 Before

After

Packed up Polly and headed for Bowen (Famous for Mangoes and the location for a lot of the filming for the film Australia) and on the way stopped at our next 'big thing, the big Mango just outside Bowen next to a helpful tourist information office. The mango itself was pretty big but unlike the big banana you couldn't go inside it, it was just there on the side of the road and a little plaque told us that it had cost $90,000 to build!! (I thought i could have done it for half of that and thought about emailing the council to tell them).

Did a circuit of Bowen only to find all of our prefered campsites campsites (ones near the nice beaches) were booked out but finally found a spot on Queens beach which actually turned out to be OK.
Set up and had a stroll along the beach and then popped just across the road to the local pub.

Seemed a bit rough at first with lots of loud youths and people with missing teeth, but luckily it was darts night and so soon filled up with the two competing teams.
Turns out both teams were both from the same pub but they had different jerseys. We stayed for a few rounds (of beer and darts) and headed home.

Day 59
Up in the morning and as we hadnt been able to stay at the nice beach we packed our lunch, jumped on the bikes and headed for horseshoe bay right up around the end of Queens beach.
Arrived at the lovely beach, a little bay surrounded by big rocks (Ill be exploring those later I thought)
Settled in for the day and although the sand wasnt as nice as Whitehaven beach the water was just as lovely, so lovely in fact that it prompted Carmens 2nd swim of the trip (theres no stopping her now!).

There was coral just off the beach as well so I donned my snorkel and went for a paddle around which was really good but it was pretty cold so after a swim spent the next hour warming up in the sun.

Then it was off to explore those rocks, brilliant and i could have spent hours hopping about ("you did" says Carmen).

As the sun went down on another perfect day we cycled back to the campsite for a BBQ dinner and bed.

Day 60
Packed up again in the morning and on to Townsville (150km's up the road) and we are excited because we are going to catch up with Davey, our old flatmate from Sydney who was in town for a family wedding.
Checked into a campsite close to where he was staying and parked next to a familiar van.

It was the two lads who we had first seen in Noosa and then again in Hervey bay (where i gave them a jump start, not that they were grateful!) and then again in Airlie beach! Not the most talkative young men so we asked tham where they were going next just to make sure we could avoid that place!
walked along the Strand (promenade) to meet Davey in the Sea view hotel, a lovely art deco pub right on the water. When he arrived we both thought it was some dosser approaching us and turned away but it was Davey, just with a beard. He explained that he had to have it for an acting job he is doing but we suspect he was in disguise as he is currently appearing in an Imperial leather advert and didnt want to be recognised.

Caught up over a few beers and got all the latest gossip on our Sydney friends.
Picked up some great fish and chips on the way home (much nicer than the campsite in 1770, not that it would have been difficult) and went straight on you tube and check out Davey's soap ad.

Day 61
Up and its on the bikes over to Daveys hotel as he's cooking breakfast this morning, bacon and egss are on the menu and a chance to meet his dad and sister who are also staying in the same hotel for the wedding. Dined on the balcony looking out over the bay and the Strand.

After a great breakfast were off to do some fishing and to catch our dinner but it was low tide and the fish werent biting yet so we return to the hotel for a dip in the pool and a relax in the spa.

After a while sunning ourselves and convinced that there must be fish off the rocks we return to the same spot and almost immediately we all catch something. Only small ones but we persevere and Davey lands a cod that is almost worth eating but not quite big enough. A few more of the same sort of size and I am beginning to wonder if there are any fish in the sea that are big enough to be eaten. We must have caught half a dozen fish but again none of them big enough to take home with us.

To console ourselves we head off into town to track down a $10 dollar T-bone steak ($9.90 actually) that we had seem advertised in the paper earlier. Pretty good it was as well, still not up to the high standard that had been set in the Trinity but good all the same (I think we have been spoilt in Sydney all this time and didn't know it).
Rode home in the dark with no lights (stupid we now) and nearly ended up in the mangroves with the crocs a few times but made it safely and vowed to take our lights next time.


Day 62 (23.07.11 and our Two months on the road anniversary)
A day trip to Magnetic island, cycled to the ferry and took our bikes across on the 20 minute journey, just across the water. You can see the island from Townsville and we had both heard good things about it so were looking forward to it.
Arrived and whilst everyone else jumped on the bus we donned our helmets and took off, first along Nelly bay which was nice and then continued over the first hill to Picnic bay which was quite a ride, strolled along the promenade there but decided not to have our picnic just yet and so returned via Nelly bay again and over another hill (Mountain Carmen says) to Gordon bay and Alma bay.

Alma bay was lovely but we had seen coral just offshore at Gordon bay so returned there for lunch and a snorkel.

All excited with my waterproof camera i rushed in, swam out quite a way and started snapping away. As soon as i had taked one picture though i got the 'memory card full' message on my camera and so swam back to shore annoyed. The coral hadn't been as good as Horseshoe bay off Bowen though so it didnt really matter. More rocks to clamber over and explore kept me busy whilst Carmen read the paper and before long it was time to head back.
So it was up and over the "mountain" again and back to the port to catch the ferry.

By the time we got there it felt like we had done a stage of the tour de france and if Cadell evans is reading this (im sure he is) you should go to magnetic island for your training for next year!
Cycled home in the dusk (Didint have lights again!!).

Day 63
Time to move out of our camp site and unsure of our next stop we head over to Daveys hotel to park up. This was the morning after the wedding and so we weren't surprised that he didnt answer his phone and so thought we would take a stroll around the Sunday markets which weren't that good (unless you wanted a stuffed cane toad) so after an hour we call again but he's still not answering...
So a stroll along the strand and another call (and text) and this time he answered, well i think it was him but he didnt sound good. We thought we would give him some more time so went shopping and then turned up at his door after another hour or so and he let us in.
Looked like he had a big night and once we made him a cup of tea he regained some colour and told us all about it...
Whilst he was in a nice hotel we took our chance to use the facilities and so did some washing and cooking and hung around on the balcony drinking tea whilst Davey regained consiousness and showed us the photos he had taken in one of his roles as wedding photographer (the other was master of ceremonies). Once he had come to properly he suggested that instead of heading off out of town that we stay with him in his hotel apartment for the night and not wanting to dissapoint him we agreed (it didnt take much arm twisting).
Headed out in the afternoon for some more fishing, determined to catch something to eat and it wasnt long until we had all caught fish. Would you believe it they were too small to keep!

Its just as well that fishing is quite enjoyable in itself and that we werent relying on it to eat because we would have gone very hungry by now.
Thirsty work fishing so we headed to the pub  to talk about the one that got away and then treated ourselves to a Thai take away (Our first in two months!) which we ate in front of the tele (Oh how quickly we slip back into our old ways) and Davey kindly let us have his room with two single beds (he took the couch).

Day 64
You would think sleeping in a proper bed inside that we would have had a lie in this morning.
Oh no and in fact were up even earlier than usual (6.45 for some reason), crept out to make a cupa and try not to wake Davey and returned to the room to drink it. Half an hour later and the making of the second cup did wake Davey so made him a tea and we were all up.
Davey cooked us another hearty breakfast (good service at this hotel) which we enjoyed on the balcony. Started to pack the van and the family had donated all of their left over food so we were stocked up and ready to go. Dropped davey off in town as his flight was in the afternoon and said our goodbyes and with a tear in our eye we drove off.

Destination unknown we drove up the highway and decided to turn off and drive up the Paluma ranges. Great winding drive (20kms took an hour) up the mountain in search of a rainforest campsite we arrive at Paluma. Now if Anna Bligh (premier of Queensland) is reading this (and im sure she is) we would like to give some constructive feedback about the tourist information and signage. Its crap!
We did a couple of circuits of the very small village in search of the signposted tourist information to obtain our camping permit but couldn't find anything, all relavant phone numbers were unanswered and so after a frustrating half an hour we drove back down the mountain (another hour), stopping briefly at little crystal creek.

 and continued along the highway to Jourama falls and enjoyed a cheap nights camping in a National park. Another first for Polly was not one but two creek crossings to get to the campsite and she seemed to enjoy getting her toes wet.

1770 to Airlie beach

Day 52
Up early (before the sun) and straight down to the marina to pick up our fishing boat for the morning (tinnie), first cast and were in with a reasonable sized Whiting, this is more like it we both thought but threw him back because we thought we would do a lot better.
Minutes later and were both in again with a range of fish, Bream, Whiting, Flathead and an unidentifiable stripey fish, a dozen or so in total but alas none of them big enough to keep although with the benefit of the professor (hindsight) the first fish probably was big enough.

Our time is almost up so we start to head back to the marina but the tide is going out and before we know it we get stuck on a sand bar, the first one was easy and we used the oars to paddle off it only to find that we are now in the middle of an ever increasing sand bar and we think we have found a new event for next years biggest looser, 'drag your tinnie across the sand'. We are both out of the boat, ankle deep in cold water, dragging this boat for what seems like miles across the sand trying to get into deeper water. We even had a call from the woman who hired us the boat to see where we were. The worst thing was we were only about 100 yards from the pier.
We finally made it back, cold and tired and not even a fish to show for it...
Spent the rest of the day talking about 'the one we threw back'.

Day 53
We set out on a big drive, heading for just North of Rockhampton, got to lunch time and we had made good progress so stopped for more petrol and decided to push on, another stop for fuel and umpteen roadworks later and we arrive in Sarina, just South of Mackay and thought we would call it a day so got some shopping and head for one of the many campsites. Pulled up at the first and its compleatly full, not to worry we'll try another one. Compleatly full again, so rather than drive we call the third and surprise surprise (but without Cilla) they are comleatly full as well. Not sure whats going on in Sarina but it must be big!
With no other choice we continue to Mackkay, having now covered 600 odd km's and filled the tank up three times we finally find a place on the outskirts and settle in for a well earned rest.

Day 54
Woke up to find our lovely campsite was on the edge of Mackays industrial estate, what a lovely outlook.....
This site is also full but we have no idea why anyone would want to stay there (Probably close to whatever is going on in Sarina). Do some shopping and head on to Smalleys beach in Cape Hilsborough National park. A lovely, secluded spot a couple of km's down a dirt track, right on the beach with only 11 sites.

Call the parks office to arrange our permit but find that this is also fully booked!! (WTF)
Not in the mood for another long drive we head for a camp spot just up the road at Ball bay, pretty much a park with a BBQ and a toilet but right on the beach and only a couple of other people there so alls well that ends well we set up for the night and head off to explore the beach. I try a bit of fishing off the rocks but no luck but do see a couple of turtles splashing about and coming up for air.

As we are getting ready to cook our tea the weather takes a turn for the worst (pissing down) we have flashbacks to Booti Booti and batten down the hatches for a wet night.

Day 55
Woke up and its still murky grey but has stopped raining at least so pack up Polly and hit the road again.
Just about 100km's up the road is Airlie beach, the gateway to the Whitsunday islands, arrive and park in a camping area behind a backpackers (Carmens first ever backpackers) and what a contrast to the night before. Full of grubby european backpackers and only 1 (small) shower! Have a walk around the town and call in for a beer at one of the many pubs and establish that there is a barber in town (my afro is getting big) so make plans to visit him before we leave, Carmen also spotted a toe nail painting establishment and starts making plans for that.
Plus its Saturday night so everone is out on a big one. Armed with our $10 dinner and drink voucher for the pub next door we try to blend in (unsuccessfully) and finally have our first $10 steak since leaving Sydney (steak plus a pint for $10!!). Not a patch on the Trinity though and when we return our (noisy) neighbours have gone out so a good nights sleep is looking promising.

Day 56
Still kind of grey when we get up but get the bike off the back and cycle around the town, out to the National parks office (closed) and back the other way past the marina to Cannonvale and a spot of lunch. Check the weather and its looking good for tomorrow so pick up about a thousand leaflets for all of the island boat trips and start to wade through them. We quickly narrow it down to a couple and settle for the cheapest option, not the Whitsunday sailing experience you might be thinking of but (In Carmens words) a 'Hoon boat' Big Fury with 900 horses under the bonnet!
Happy with our choice we call into the pub for 'a quick pint'.
Several hours later (and several jugs) after chatting to some nice paople who have just come ashore after a months sailing from Melbourne, we stumble home and fall into an alcohol induced coma.

Day 57
Not feeling the best we make our way to the marina and to 'Big Fury'for our day out. We opt not to take stinger suits as it is the wrong time of year but all of the europeans are queing up for them (suckers). Our guide was great, a very dry sense of humour and he was cracking jokes right from the off talking about crocs and sharks and people are asking if there are croc suits or shark suits as well! The sun is shining and our hangovers are soon blown away as the 900 horses are unleashed on the water. First stop the world famous Whitehaven beach (even Oprah has been there) with special sand (so special that NASA even brought some to make the lens for the hubble space telescope) 99.8% silica which is basically pure glass. May not sound very nice but it was pretty spectacular and there is even an aboriginal word for the special squeeky sand (which we cant remember). Finally Carmen hits the water and has her first swim (finally)!!

There are a number of large goanas (big lizards) milling about on the shore waiting for toursts to feed them and our tour guide abliges them with prawn heads much to everones amusement.

After luch and were off again to Hook island for some snorkelling on the great barrier reef. Im all cocky during the safety talk, grab my mask and fins and jump straight in with Carmen a little way behind.

Its freezing though and so first in, first out, blue all over and shivering, i put on all of the clothes i have and sit in the sun to try and warm back up. Thats it and the day is over all too soon and before we know it we are heading back to shore, weaving through the islands and yachts.

Once were back its a BBQ dinner at the man made lagoon and we use up our 'free' drink tokens at the bar but choose not to participate in the 'how many pegs can you fit on your face' competition.

Noosa to 1770

Day 47 (For the keen eyed amonst you, we have not missed a day in the Brisbane to Maroochdore section it looks like we did 2 day 39's)
Up and time to pack up and leave Noosa, call in to Tewantin to get our National park pass and continue towards Inskip point which is the Northern most point of the Great sandy national park. Stopped in Gympie to get Supplies and finally i can buy Zelda for the DS (a long awaited moment, Carmen is not sure which budget this comes out of)
Arrive in the bush campsite which is pretty basic. No electricity, no running water and a drop toilet and thats about it. You are allowed fires though (always good) so we set up in a nice beachside spot with a view across to Fraser Island, get out the solars and were set.

Another lovely sunset (They never get boring) and im hurrying Carmen into bed so that i can play the long awaited game.

Set the bed up, get in, get the game out (I cannot wait to play this). Press the power button and...
Nothing
'what do you mean its not working!'.
The bloody batteries are flat!!

Day 48
Cycle just up the road (i use the term 'road' loosely here) to where the ferry leaves for Fraser island and watch all the 4wd's accross the sand. See an interesting sign telling you that the maximum speed on the beach is 80km/hr!

Decide to do some fishing with our new secret weapon. Raw chicken!
First cast and i think ive caught a monster, reeled it in only to find it was a crab (The chicken must be working).

A cold beer in the afternoon is heaven and we settle in for yet another nice sunset and a Camp fire with marshmallows.

Day 49
Time to move on again (Both in need of a shower). Stop at Rainbow beach and have a look at Carlo sandblow, an amazing natural sand dune caused by the wind blowing the sand up and inland and it keeps inching inland like a glacier. The dune is made up of different coloured sands which are in layers so when you walk across it you see the different colours.
We guessed that this is how Rainbow beach got its name.

Continue on to Hervey Bay, which is famous for its whale watching cruises and is also the place where carmen's mums grew up. So check into a campsite in Scarness,

Which coincedentally is just around the corner from the Historical village museum where there is the one room school where the twins went to school (although not on the same site) and a whole room dedicated to Carmens ancestors, well worth a visit if you are ever in Hervey Bay.

Ready for a drink we call in at the local pub, which finally is a proper pub with a bar and people drinking beer.
Back at the campsite I find a friendly Possum just outside the van and gave him a gingernut, which he skulked off to eat, scaring the woman in the tent next door (Sorry).
Still not in a powered site we resort to charging everyhting up in the kitchen area and finally i do get to play zelda (It was well worth the wait!!)

Day 50
Pack up and a short drive to Dundowran and the twins family home (when they were growing up) and the original site of the school building we saw the day before and down to see the beach shack, right on Dundowran beach.

Unsure of next stop we head to Bundaberg (famous for turtle watching and rum). Not much going on in the town, we decide not to do a tour of the distillery as i wouldnt have been able to drive after the complimentary tastings so continue on Agnes water and 1770 (so called as this is where Cook discovered Queensland in 1770) which is also home to Queenslands Northernmost surfing beach.
Realising that this will be the last surf for a while (Perth?) we check in for 3 days.
Cycle in to watch the Sunset over the water in 1770.

Day 51
Up early (10 to 8) and walk to the beach to check out the surf. Its only a short walk but im glad i didnt lug the board down as well, there aren't really any waves at all (Not for us pros)

So plan B, cycle to Captain cook lookout in the Joseph Banks National Park to look out to where Cook would have sailed in.

Organised a fishing charter for the next morning (Booked a tinnie) and cycle to Agnes water to pick up a few bits.
We decide to treat ourselves to fish and chips from the campsite resteraunt (Not two words you normally see together) and are a little dissapointed with the results.
Basically a giant fish finger and undercooked chips (We really need to catch something tomorrow).

Maroochydoore to Noosa

Day 42
Packed up Polly and headed off to see more Big things.
On todays agenda: The big Pineapple, the big Macadamia  nut and the big cow.
Very excited we approached the first big thing and decide to park in the overflow car park to beat the rush. Thought it was a bit quiet for a monday morning during the school holidays but were encouraged by the presence of a great bus stop sign.

Went to cross the footbridge from the car park to the pineapple and saw it was shut. Not to be deterred we jumped back in the van and headed across the highway to the main car park only to find that it too was shut.
"theyv'e probably had a rush on" we though but no it was closed, and not just closed but closed down! By the looks it hadnt been open for a while either.

We walked along abandoned walkways and saw empty giftshops but not another person in sight, it was a bit spooky.

As almost a double whammy this is the same site as the big Macadamia nut and this too was closed down for good. Well, dissapointed is not the word.

At least we still had our third big thing of the day, the big cow. There is no way something like a big cow would be shut down...

Off we drove and pulled off the highway to yet another deserted car park and a 'for lease'sign. We were annoyed so it was no wonder that when we got back to the van we found Polly, (literally) pissing her pants. A quick call to NRMA and we were advised to go to a garage to get them to have a look but we should let the engine cool down for at least half an hour first. During which time carmen nearly pissed her pants as well!
Visited the mecanic in Nambour and a very nice man he was too, explained what had happened, did a few checks, sold us a shiny new radiator cap we were on our way again.
Further up the sunshine coast we stopped at Coolum and finally the 'sunshine'coast lives up to its name, its glorious, blue skies and a warm sun. Its a surf town in the middle of a huge bay and right on the beach.
Set Polly up and its straight in for a surf and once qagain the locals are staring in admiration at my skills on a surfboard (?)
Go for a stroll up the boardwalk to the headland at the Southern end of the town and are treated to lovely views North along the beach righ to Noosa National Park.

Walk back and decide to nip in for a quick beer on the way home (as you do). Carmen had seen the pub earlier and decided it 'looked like a real pub' and so we were in. As soon as we walked in the door we were met with the usual sports bar and pokies scenario.
A quick beer later (wondering if Queensland has any real pubs) and we were back to the camp kitchen for tea.

Day 43
Get the bikes out and were off to Cycle to Noosa (and back) 30km round trip over gentle ("steep" says Carmen) rolling hills. Lovely ride through sections of national park and pass through Peregian beach on the way (and the way back) and ending up at Sunshine beach at the Southern end of Noosa National Park.

Day 44
Its wednesday and that means the famous Eumundi markets are on today.
As we arrive there is a traffic jam a mile long coming in to Eumundi and people abandoning their cars at the side of the road, we decide to join them and park (what turns out to be) miles from the actual markets.
The sun was out so it was a nice day for a walk. What good markets they were too, live music, acrobatics, a puppet show and some good chocolate. Walk around for an hour or so and start the hike back to the van.
On to Noosa (Playground of the rich and wannabe famous) and pull into the cvaravan park on the inlet. Set up and  walk into hastings street to see what all the fuss is about.

Not much really, walked up and down and couldnt find a pub so ended up in the surf club for a 'dirty granny' (cider). Walk back and decide its time for some Fishing,

kept up my almost 100% record by catching a Bream but still not big enough to eat so had to let him go (They are getting bigger though). Carmen nearly caught a stingray but then we realised he was just hanging about the shoreline.

Get talking to our neighbours over a glass of wine (A couple of Maths teachers from NSW (Not your mum and dad troy)) who were very nice and helpful and circled a couple of places on our map for us as 'must do'locations as they have done the same trip a few years back.

Day 45
Set the alarm for a 6am surf with the neighbour as he had said he was going but one look out of the window was enough to tell me that:
a) it was too early
b) it was too cold. So i rolled over and woke up at the usual time of 8am.
Cycled into Noosa (much easier than walking), locked our bikes up and headed for the National Park. Walked around the costal track (10km) to Hells gates and past some very pretty beaches but there wasnt much surf (and i wasnt regretting not getting up at 6).

Returned through the tanglewood rainforest track and straight onto the beach for a swim (Carmen still has not had a swim yet!).
Retrieve the bikes and cycle to woolworths, which according to the map was just past the campsite and is in fact just past the campsite if you know where you are going!
Two wrong turns on the same roundabout and we had cycled most of Noosa by the time we got there.
Back (with our shopping) to the van and time to throw a line in again and catch some dinner.
I managed to get one, the biggest yet, with hindsight he was probably big enough to eat but threw him back as were not sure how big they have to be in Queensland to keep, luckily we had foreseen our bad luck and had brought some steak at the supermarket!

Brisbane to Maroochydore

Day 38
A rest day in Brisbane to prepare for our onward travel and knowing that it is 1700km to Cairns and even further than that till our next home stay, we make the most of the facilities, do some washing and cook a lunch on the stove. Out in the evening in the shadow of 'the Gabba' for a lovely farewell dinner with Nicky and  Georgia.

Day 39
Up and say goodbye to Nicky and housemates and thank them for their warm hospitality and its off for the sunshine coast which better live up to its name because its raining in Brissy.
Stop at Bribie island for lunch in the cold (although its stopped raining) and watch the bored teenagers skate around looking for trouble (still school holidays). Drove along 'Steve Irwin way' and past the Australia zoo and on to Coloundra where we were hoping to stop but after a lap of the (sizeable) town we decide to continue a little further North to Mooloolaba and as soon as we check in and go for a stroll the heavens open again and its clear that the sunshine coast is not yet living up to its name.
Stopped to shelter in the local pub (Whittily named 'the pub') and after a BBQ tea settle in.

Day 39
Up and off in the morning, just a short drive along the coast to Cotton tree campsite, Maroochydore where we check in to a lovely spot for the next three nights.

Lovely spot (much nicer than the previous night) with a view of the inlet from our bedroom window.
I get my tackle straight out (!) and its off for a spot of fishing in the afternoon. A couple of hours later and we are thinking of packing up and suddenly the fish start biting. We catch 1 each, Bream (prounounced 'brim' for some reason) for me and a Flathead for Carmen.

It seems that the fish have grown slightly since we caught them on the Gold Coast (At this rate we need to drive a lot further North before we will catch our tea!!).
Sitting around at the van and suddenly the police turn up to arrest a man and woman who are camping just over the way! Well the gossip mill cranks in to full swing and after about 5 minuets we have heard their whole sordid story, they are both drunks and have been abusing their neighbours and both get carted away in the meat wagon, who needs a tele!

Day 40
Had a go on the bikes in the morning, around the local area, quite nice and flat and we cycled along the inlet. Arrive back and the drunks have been let out of jail and are back in their tent, necking wine again!
Chatted to our neighbour in the afternoon as he catches his tea most nights (from a boat) and so when we saw him just offshore in the afternoon we were off! Crossed the dangerous channel (the tide was out) over to a little sand island and thought we were in but alas, we were wrong...

Retired to the same spot as the day before and lo and behold i catch one again, a little flathead and we think it was probably the same one Carmen got yesterday.
When we get back to Polly the drunks have been told to pack up and have gone.
Off to a different pub this evening, the Alex a short bike ride along the beach. Rubbish. These places arent real pubs. All they have is a dining area and a sports bar, no actual bar bar.
Have a couple of drinks and call it a night, playing it safe after last Saturday's karaoke.

Day 41
A lie in as its Sunday (8.30!) and were off to the Cotton tree flea markets for a look around. Mainly tea towels it seems.
Get back and there's a man in the campsite selling fresh prawns straight from the boat so we get a carrier bag full for $10, stick them in the fridge and head straight out for some more fishing. Unfortunately the fish are having a day of rest today and are not interested in my worm. The suns out though so we stroll along to the main beach and im straight in for a swim.
Not quite as warm as it looks im straight back out again.
Back to eat the bag of prawns with a cold beer and watch another glorious sunset.