I'd have liked to stay longer in Proserpine and revisited more of my old haunts but time was passing and we were still not quite halfway through our journey. The day was well underway when we left and we didn't linger in Mackay as we headed further south. My sister suggested we spend at the night at Sarina Beach. That was a good idea. Our motel room opened on to the grassed area beside the beach. And it had a lovely little restaurant on site so we didn't have to go looking for a meal.
As you can see from the trees, there was a stiff breeze that evening.
There were only a couple of people to be seen on the beach.
The next day we had a long drive ahead of us, but what a great spot it would have been to spend some time.
We couldn't help but notice that we were leaving the lush tropics behind and passing through dry cattle country. And I do mean dry! I think there is added beauty to the countryside when the grass takes on a parchment colour. It just needs a derelict building to make it the perfect place to waste time with a camera (or in my case a phone as I still hadn't solved my camera problem).
My sister found my habit of stopping the car suddenly to take a photo when something caught my eye rather disconcerting, so I warned her when we started across the dry, arid plains that it was likely to happen. And sure enough, I couldn't resist this sight:
Or this:
