toast for tea

My delicious week on Magnetic Island…   Horseshoe Bay Sitting out the front of Noodies Cafe eating pecan pie and drinking excellent coffee while I watch my teenagers crisscross the china blue water in their catamaran. The sky is cloudless and the shade of the giant Morton Bay fig tree on the foreshore is expansive and welcome. Music filters out from inside the cafe and blends with the shush of the waves as they break on the sand under the palm trees. The occasional moke trundles past and people… well they saunter. No one hurries here. I could get used to this.   The Lagoon I came to see birds. Myriads of waterbirds: ducks, herons, egrets, swamphens, curlews, magpie geese, and maybe even a jacana. It’s eerily quiet. Only the sound of my footfall on the boardwalk that snakes between the waterlilies. This is how many birds I see: NONE.   West Point We’ve come for the sunset. Done some four wheel driving to get here. My first time. The teenagers in the back hooting and cheer