Walking around Perfectville

We awoke with the sunrise streaming over the bed creating louder sensory input than the constant roar of the ocean. Quite pleasant really. Peering over toenails we could see the Glasshouse Mountains looming over the condos across the waterways. Waking up to 270 degrees views is rather enthralling. Breaking fast on the aforementioned essentials we were soon on our way treaking northwards along the coast hugging walkway.

It's all so pretty here. The ocean pounds relentlessly against the rocks and beaches whilst meters inland the sculptured gardens create a naturistic barrier before the never ending swarm of multi-story buildings define the skyline.Lots of architectural expression makes one jealous of the dollars expended here over the years. The pathway is lined with a plethora of plaques of past armed forces personnel, both recently and historically lost to us. The RSL has obviously been very active here and good on them. Lest we forget. You won't if you do this walk.

Our tiring legs took us up to the bluff that provided a view over Dickies beach and the hills of Noosa heads in the distance. Here we rested and watched the surfers plying their wares. The trek back was uneventful apart from a run in with a large lizzard whilst collecting leaves I.L.O. bandaids for blistering feet. Laid back latte's proceeded a dip in the pounding waves of Kings beach. Good fun. A wander into town saw some purchases of window cleaning gear which was subsequently used and then disappointingly applied as a rain storm can through and mucked it all up again. oh well - we tried.

The waterways below were swarming with kites and surfers. We watched one get into serious trouble in the waves. Eventually he was rescued by a collegue açnd sailed back. Dinner at the local SLSC was noisy and crowed yet fun. The stroll home along the boardwalk a nice way to end a great day.