Our Travel Adventures: 7th Dec, Up, up and away, Cotton Tree

We've decided to start the day with a plan. I open the tent door and throw Lin out. If she's wet when I drag her back in, we book on for another day, If she's dry, we move on....... Dry!!!!! so we're moving on.

A lot of the stuff is packed from yesterday and its only the bits and pieces we needed to get us over the night still to go away. The sun's playing peak-a-boo with the clouds, so the day could go either way, meanwhile, the tent comes down very gently. By now, its seen much better days and it ain't got to last much longer, theres no way we're gonna be buying a new tent at this stage of the game. By nine o'clock, we're all wrapped up, had showers and ready to go and just to see us off, a few specks of rain.

We're heading for Cotton Tree, the last stop for us before we do the next sit, It's not to far from Noosa, only about fifty k, that leaves a nice easy hundred to the sit, that way we don't turn up before they finish breakfast........(see, thinking ahead).

After the odd wrong turn and a few no right/left turns and asking a few people, we arrive at our next base, Cotton Tree Caravan Park and for the first time ever, we've had to queue to book in. We thought Noosa was busy and was almost full, but this place is huge and is busting at the seams. Lin comes out of the office and is seems we've only got a choice of three sites, we take a quick look and pick the only one with shade and as an added bonus, its got a sea view, just how lucky can ya get??. We book in, make our way back over and put up the tent, probably, for the last time before we return to England (as Lin reminds me). By eleven thirty, we're all set up. How bout that?, its the first time we've moved from one site and set up on another, all before mid day. Job done, Lin's off to the laundry and she's been gone a fair bit of time, when she gets back, it seems that she got lost. now she's off to the loo and again, she's gone forever..... appears she got lost!! This is my Navigator, the woman who's been smacking me on the head and telling me to turn here/there, this is the woman who's been guiding me the last twenty two thousand kilometres around Australia. Now she can't find her way round the caravan park. All I can say is thank Christ it was one road all the way round, Highway one...

Our new home in Cotton Tree...luckily we are under three large trees... so we have some shade.. which is more than a lot of others can say and bot oh boy, when its hot its hot !