Glorious Noosa
November 26, 2009, 10:08 am
Filed under: family, Just for fun, Travel, Uncategorized, Writing life | Tags: ,

I’m still waiting to hear on revisions for Prisoner in Paradise, and the longer the wait, the more you start to worry. Strange, how that sending off euphoria lasts only a wee short while before turning to paranoia…

Luckily I had four glorious days away to take my mind completely off life, the book and everything, and I spent them with some fabulous girlfriends up at Noosa, on the Sunshine Coast of Queensland.

Here are some shots from that weekend…

This is the shoreline around the National Park walkway. Fabulous to be where the forest literally meets the sea.

Aren’t they gorgeous? No wonder they inspired characters in early Aussie children’s books. They look like a gang of hairy no-gooders.

The walk along the beach turned inland and along a sandy path that joggers ran along while we all suffered in our thongs (the foot kind of thongs – not the other:-))

But then the path diverted through rain forest and we were in paradise.  We saw brush turkeys (the pics too blurred to show) black cockatoos and trees that devoured others.

What a wondrous place. My last foray up to the Sunshine Coast ended up being immortalized in my novella, Back in The Spaniard’s Bed. This time too, there will be a book. The Noosa book, and already it’s simmering away in there.

Meanwhile, I’ll leave you with a message I read on a stony beach in Noosa. It was a long way down, must have taken an age to make, but the message was one that we could all do to remember…

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