Opening Scene: Morning
The brilliant starscape blazing across the still waters below
which was spotted only by a few of the cast (those that had to get up for a pee
in the middle of the night and were awake enough to look out the windows) slowly
gave up their dominance of the skies to the all powerful sun as we spun our way
into it’s influence. Assuming that’s what happened as this blogger slept though
the whole event. It was extraordinarily relaxing though, glancing occasionally out
the window between slumbers seeing the world get brighter with each peep taken.
Offsprings went for a soul destroying run up to the top of
Passageway Peak whilst the cast members with blogger in their title went for a
walk down the ramping steel structures that make up the roads of the complex,
by the moat and down to the low tide exposed beach of Hidden Cove. It is an eery
landscape with the skeletal remains of large mangrove trees defining the view
to the turquoise waters beyond. Being hidden from the prevailing winds the day
was starting to show signs of being too hot, however we soaked up that minor
discomfort easily and thus thoroughly enjoyed the ambiance.
From down on the water level we could see all the castle in
its resplendent engineering glory. Even
to the detail of seeing a cockatoo on our balcony railing, then on the balcony
table and then …. dunno – lost sight of it. As it transpires the thief had flown
inside and decided to feast itself on the contents of the bread packet on the
kitchen bench. Much fun for the Offspring when they came back in from their run.
OSP1 Companion was oblivious to the event even though he was in the adjoining
room. From now on we know the keep the doors shut, otherwise these marauding
creatures will learn too much and end up doing an Alfred Hitchcock on us.
After lounging around in pool for a while (having no idea of
the carnage going on up in our wing of the castle) we walked back up the seemingly
endless ramps whilst the Blogger tried to sarcastically wheedle his way into
getting Non-Blogger to go ahead and get the buggy for a lift up the hill. Needless
to say – that didn’t work. And so, with pedometer count well up we arrived back
inside the castle, got dressed and headed into town to hit up the IGA for some
lunch ideas.
Play of the Day Scene: Catseye beach
Fed and fulfilled the two buggy convoy then headed off over
the hill and down through the green canopy covered roads to Catseye beach. Not sure
why it’s called this, one can guess it’s maybe named by a pilot the first time they
flew over it or its somehow related to one of the component parts of the last feline
ever seen here. No one seemed to be concerned about the name of the place though
– too much fun to be had. Same here. So we strolled past the table tennis
tables, the pool and lounges, the swim up bar and straight to the beach hut
where the good looking youth distribute happiness through participation in various
water based activities.
Whilst Non-Blogger and OSno.2 had a go at SUP’ing (no it
wasn’t dinner time), Blogger, OSNo.1 and Companion headed out into the wild
blue yonder under the powerful force of a wind filled sail. Hobicats dotted the
waterways as we plied back and forth across the consistent Sou-easterly. A couple
of highlights ensued … one was a blownoff cap which was expertly retrieved by a
highly skilled crew performing an abrupt about face and accurate pick up and the
next was a sighting of a green sea turtle - which was also seen by OSno.2 as we’d collected
her along the way as well.
After being herded back to shore by the cattle dog dinghy we
all headed over to the SUB (Swim Up Bar) for cocktails and debrief. End of another
successful mission. Spottswoode would’ve been proud of us. After an hour or so
of people in water watching we jumped back in the jalopies and headed back up
the Great Northern Highway to get back to the castle to refresh and get ready
for the next scene.
Closing Scene: Dinner
<Wardrobe dept steps in here>
<Makeup dept steps in here>
<Cast Assembles>
Suitably adorned, the buggy convoy heads back up the road to
get to One Tree Hill. Snatching the last available balcony table, we then spent
the next ensuing period table hopping to get closer and closer to the best
perch until we finally snagged it. The corner table. From here we command a 270
(ish) degree view of the wonders of the passage, the islands, the boats lazing in
the late afternoon sun and the myriads of visitors in their buggies who arrived
later than us and had to suffer the ignominy of consuming their cocktails
whilst not sitting where we were.
It was a most splendid Pre’s.
We then headed back down to the feline’s peeps beach for
dinner over the sand watching the scene of water surrounded hills slowly fade
away as we whirled ourselves away from the influential orb in the sky.
The restaurant was a delightful evening – with great food,
good wine and fabulous company. It doesn’t get better than this. Needless to
say though at the end of such an eventful, full on script to adhere to it’s not
surprising the cast is exhausted and were all in bed well before the Broadway matinée’s
had even started.
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