North Stradbroke Island is so close to where we now live, it’s a shame that our trip this past weekend is only the second time we’ve crossed the bay since we moved here.
It’s a magical place to find some space to clear your head and soul.
There is no bridge to the island. That is a good thing. It means you need to make an effort for the journey and book a space on the ferry. So when an invitation arises from friends to spend time with them at their beach camp site, there is no other answer but yes.
The site on Flinders Beach was nestled in behind the dunes where we communed with local wildlife including curlews, goannas, magpies and willy wagtails. Closer to the beach, it was the territory of gulls, terns, pelicans, oyster-catchers and sea-hawks.
On Sunday afternoon, we took the North Gorge walk near Point Lookout where we had stunning coastline views and watched turtles and manta rays swimming below. During the season, this is a top spot for whale watching. Any season, it’s a top spot for gelato after the walk.
It rained through our second night. Nothing sends you to sleep better than that sound.
If all of the above wasn’t enough, fishing, freshly-caught fish dinners, scrabble, walks on the beach, drives up the beach, crosswords, books, wine and good companions were in the very enjoyable mix.
Friends who don’t live locally beware. When you come to visit us, a trip to the island is at the top of the list.