Last weekend I had a fantastic picnic on a beach at the Northern end of Fraser Island. It was wonderful. I was taken in a friends (small) boat…without the slightest indication of sea sickness. It was a glorious day and we hopped out on the bank of a creek overlooking the bay. The sand was pure white, and the ocean so many shades of blue that I can’t describe it. A dingo came to visit (which put me a little on edge given that my fear of dogs is comparable to my fear of dentists) and watched the entire 4 hours or so we were there. It wasn’t sunrise at all but it was a great picnic, I can’t believe that I lived up there for 3 years and never had such an experience and it is only since I left 18 months ago that I have had the opportunity. There were only two things wrong, that I didn’t take my camera and I left my book behind, it would’ve been great to read while they were fishing.