Under different weather conditions we could have spent quite a while there, wandering down towards The Beach (a concept Madam found intriguing, given the fact that we were well away from the actual coastline) and traversing the environs in search of interesting subjects awaiting a photographic capture, but once I'd demolished the pizza (meat lovers, the only variety on offer that didn't appear to include pineapple) and Madam's fish burger there wasn't much to do other than take another circuit of the interior and head back out to the car.
Quarantine Bay, highly spoken of by a certain Bowen builder, turned out to be a handy place for launching the boat if you happen to be travelling with one, and under different circumstances would probably be an enjoyable beach ramble with the not quite rainforest covered hills coming down to meet the water on either side of the beach itself but we took a quick squiz, jumped back into the car and thought about diverting to Keating's Lagoon, which appears to be better suited to a drier day.