This Adventurous Age

Adventures travelling and working around Australia.


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2013 Travels August 13

TUESDAY AUGUST 13     FORREST BEACH

The weather was definitely getting hotter in the daytime. We had to set up the electric fan in Bus.

Before lunch, drove into Ingham.

Quintessential North Queensland…

Went out to the fruit stall first and bought some more pineapples, and some zucchini. At Target, John bought a pair of shorts, having decided that a couple of the pairs he bought from home are no longer comfortable – the wash must have shrunk them! I bought a couple more of the $8 T shirts. Did a quick food shop.

Called at the Post Office on the way back. The parcel with the throw blanket had finally arrived.

I booked us in here for another week. This only cost $75, because we’d now triggered the monthly rate eligibility. That was $600 and since we’d already paid $525 for the three weeks we’d been here, we only had to make up the difference, this week. Whilst the park had some issues, to be paying only $150 a week for a powered site with the outlook we had and the access to such a brilliant beach, was really unusual value.

Went to tea at the hotel again, since it was the two-for-one meal deal night. We’d been put at a table for six, rather than two, but the two couples from “over the road” were there too, so we asked them to join us. They were very entertaining company. John had mackerel in batter and I had the excellent salt and pepper squid again. Our meals were fine, but one of the others had barramundi that arrived still part frozen and cold in the centre. That had to be sent back to be cooked properly. Another had a steak that was very well done, but he’d ordered medium rare. We discovered later that the usual cook was on a week’s holiday.

It was really pleasing that Couey could be left in Bus, with no fuss, and we could do such things. I wasn’t sure, though, how she would be if we drove off, instead of quietly walking away.


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2013 Travels August 12

MONDAY AUGUST 12     FORREST BEACH

We passed the usual sort of day, here. Read, sewed, spent some time on laptop.

I took Couey for a couple of walks around the campground and along the foreshore path. No beach walks until the tide times become more favourable.

Motel units two sites along from us

I spent some time talking with two couples with a van and camper trailer, who set up across the road from us. That started when one of the men asked me about the car hitch and how it worked. They were from Perth, heading north as far as the Daintree, then west. The ones with the camper trailer were hoping to drive the Savannah Way. I advised them that Lawn Hill/Adels Grove was a must-do detour.

Scotch fillet steaks for tea, with green peppercorn sauce.


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2013 Travels August 11

SUNDAY 11 AUGUST     FORREST BEACH

Halleluiah! The neighbours began their (long) pack-up not long after breakfast. They left late morning and peace descended again on this part of the campground. Couey was able to be tethered outside again, without risk of attack from the marauding canines from next door, or of their children running through our site and falling over her. This had happened once, yesterday.

Now, she could have her ball fetching exercise on the grass out front, again.

Empty sites next to us

Our internet connection still would not connect. John phoned Telstra. The repair process took quite a while. The person on the other end of the phone tried to talk John into paying for a remote technician to “repair and renovate” both our laptops. I demurred, finding it hard to accept that both laptops could have developed a problem simultaneously. To my mind, the problem had to be in the modem wifi connection, not our machines. Anyway, eventually all was fixed – and without any of the offered intervention.

I read for much of the day and finished the biography of Leonard Cohen that I’d brought with me. What an interesting and varied life that man had, and what a diverse range of female conquests! I was reminded of the comment made by one of our local lady vocalists, who had been one of the support acts at the Hanging Rock concert, that he was the sexiest older man she’d ever encountered…

Low tide today was around 5.30pm. John decided we’d walk dog and ourselves on beach about 4pm. He thought the sand would be alright for walking then. It wasn’t. The water wasn’t yet low enough, so it was a hard slog through soft sand on a markedly sloping surface. We didn’t get quite as far as the first houses before dog and I both decided we’d had enough. Such a surface quickly made my wonky ankle very painful.

Almost high tide…

Tea was a chicken stir fry and rice.

M phoned to say she would mail John’s medication tomorrow. She’d done some local research and asking around, for him, to find someone he could consult about his bladder, or whatever, problem. She suggested he phone the doctor concerned and make an appointment for when we would be home – there would be a wait list.

Whilst at our place, she’d mowed the lawns. If we travel next year, must make proper arrangements for that to be done; the grass still does grow over winter, it seems, despite John’s rather wishful thinking to the contrary.