It was windy with some heavy rain overnight but this morning we were greeted with sunny spells.

We had seen a French Patisserie yesterday just across the road and decided it would be a great place for breakfast. And so it was with great coffee and the best French Toast I’ve had in years. And Catherine’s choice of pancakes looked pretty good too.
A lovely touch was the dusting of icing sugar in the shape of the Eiffel Tower.
And so, it goes without saying, Ma Boulange goes onto our recommend list. And I’m sure we’ll be visiting again before we move on.
Feeling slightly guilty (only slightly) it was time for a walk and our new neighbours suggested one of the coastal walks towards Coolum Mountain. They had walked to the top of the mountain but that would have needed more coffee stops on the way for us – we are on holiday after all!
What’s with all the noise?
From early this morning we heard what sounded like jet skis riding the waves but as we walked over to the beach we saw instead hundreds of surf club competitors and dozens of zodiac boats taking part in a competition. The strong wind was whipping up the waves, which would have added to the challenge no doubt.
Coastal Walk

We joined the coastal path and headed south towards Arkwright Point. Initially a boardwalk, the path is part tarmac, part gravel and part forest track with many off-shoots leading through scrub to one of the many timber constructed lookouts perched on the cliffs.
It’s any easy and rewarding walk with plenty of wildlife including several beautiful Rainbow Bee-eaters flying among the trees. Some colourful fungi too if you keep your eyes open.
The lookouts are a place of remembrance too with many plaques celebrating the life of lost loved ones.
Our walk ended at Arkwright Point with views along the coast to Mooloolaba and Maroochydore. Although we were about to head back to Coolum Beach the track doesn’t end there but continues both north and south as part of the Sunshine Coast’s 69km Coastal Pathway.
There is something about this place that neither of us can put our finger on but it is growing on us.
Cheers!
My nephew and his girlfriend kindly bought us a bottle of rosemary infused gin at Christmas, which didn’t last long enough on this trip but a chance discovery, at the local Dan Murphy’s, of a rhubarb and ginger infused gin has replenished our supplies… for now at least!

And so as the sun starts to set, and a fresh bottle of gin awaits, it must be happy hour.













