Despite the glorious sunshine, there were reports of a storm rolling in to Hamilton Island.
No boats were leaving port. I would have happily rented another dinghy and spent another day on the water… but it wasn’t meant to be.
So we consoled ourselves with breakfast.
“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.”
― A.A. Milne
We took to our buggy and drove slowly and lazily over the top of the island, and down to the beach.
We spread out our towels, nestled our bottoms into the sand, pulled out our books and stretched out in the sunshine.
The gale-like breeze kept the heat at bay and we relished its cool touch.
As with much of Australia, there are great big warning signs telling you of dangers in the sea. Killer jelly fish sound like they await your every turn… so we miserably decided not to take a dip.
It’s very strange to be on a beautiful beach and see not a soul enjoying the glittering waves. Though I suppose it does improve the view!
Tired of baking, we thought we’d do a little more exploring of our tiny island home. We’d heard rumours of a church, so went to find it.
It wasn’t too tricky, and on the edge of a cliff overlooking the bay, we found the prettiest of chapels.
Wood clad and in immaculate white, it sits prettily amongst the palms.
The inside was being spruced up and prepared for a young couple to take their vows.
Promising their lives to one & other.
It’s a church that welcomes many a newlywed into the world.
Often popping out multiple couples in a single day.
Off they race from their island ceremony and onto a shindig beside the sea, with all their nearest and dearest.
But even if you’re not in the marrying mood, it boasts one hell of a view!
Keen to see at least some of the sea, we took a trip out to The Great Barrier Reef for a spot of snorkelling.
We frolicked beneath the waves, and rode home on our trusty steed.
(Sadly not piloted by Harrison Ford.)
Just in time for banana splits at the ice-cream parlour.
We watched our final sunset from our balcony.
With the best food delivery I’ve ever experienced!
A feast of fish from Fishi.
Who’ll deliver you cooked or uncooked fish for supper or a bbq, whenever you fancy it!
They even included a few types of smoked crocodile, which was spectacularly tasty!
We sat cuddled under a rug, with our feet up, two glasses of cold bubbles and watched as the bats flew out into the night.
Australia, you were incredibly kind to us, and I can’t wait to come back one day soon.