Two Saturdays ago when the weather gods deemed us worthy of a real summer day, we escaped the city for a quick jaunt to the Sunshine Coast.
Every time I go to the Sunshine Coast I utter these words at some point “man… I’ve got to move here”
Life is wonderfully serene and unrushed there, the kind of place one goes to live a content and healthy life; I find the fact that you’re never far away from the ocean oddly inspiring.
I love that the lower Sunshine Coast is just forty minutes by ferry away and yet it feels like worlds apart.
I spent ten glorious days on the Sunshine Coast a couple of years ago and it was such a blissful experience, I wrote about it here.
One memorable adventure was a hike along the beach from Gibsons to Roberts Creek – we explored rocky beaches with treacherous tides, dodgy cliffs, dense forests and old failing bridges.
This short trip was more about reminiscing; getting that old feeling back, rediscovering old haunts and looking up friends we’d since forgotten.
I stayed away for too long, a day wasn’t enough – I must go back soon, in fact I should… the minute I can get away again.