Blades

Rollerblading on the boardwalk on Noosa Main Beach, surrounded by Pandanus palms on the verge of the littoral rainforest. Can't complain really.

Noosa Main Beach

Mum, Eloise and I took a stroll along the boulevard along the beach behind Hastings Street. Mum and I strolled, Eloise rolled along on her rollerblades. Very stylish, dodging the silver surfers, the French scufflers and the knackered packers.

Some parts of the boardwalk were in good nick, some less so, which presented some problems for the wheeled cohort. However these were stolidly worked through and only small blisters developed.

Sunshine Beach

Dogs can be restrictive, and walking a dog around Noosa for us involved visiting the beach. A different one each day, to be sure, but in the end isn't a beach a beach, with the nuances just that; the height of the tide, the size of the surf, the feel of the sand under your feet?

This day was the one where Mum fell over in the surf, Eloise fell over in the surf, and Eloise was stung by a jellyfish, a dramatic event which involved trips to the chemist and therapeutic television viewing in the grandparently palace. It was a painful sting to be sure, but not such an emergency that anybody felt a need to wee on her.