If I needed any further evidence that we could (and probably should) get out and about more, it was provided on this morning’s walk, when I learned that the Bowen dining out scene was in the middle of yet another spate of culinary musical chairs.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
While I’m quite happy to spend the days seated in the office, reading or tapping away at the keyboard while an iTunes playlist plays, when Madam wanders in suggesting an excursion to Airlie Beach for a spot of retail therapy I’m not going to raise any objections. After all, somewhere between half- and three-quarters of an hour in a shopping centre is a small price to pay when you can enjoy a view like this one over lunch.

It’s been a while since we ventured into Airlie, partly due to the much-touted Global Financial Crisis and its impact on Hughesy’s retirement funds, but mainly due to Madam’s failure to locate anything of interest in the junk mail from Centro Whitsunday.
And we mightn’t have headed out this time if Madam’s growing interest in photography hadn’t prompted a suggestion that she needed a walk through some rain forest to explore some of the intricacies of the new camera.
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