After an afternoon having my fingernails and toenails painted (at my favourite beauty spot) I was instructed by Hayden to be ready for dinner at 5:30 sharp. This did seem a bit strange, not because it was so early (things close early in Townsville, we're used to it now) but because it was sharp. What? Hayden is no respecter of restaurant bookings, so this was very out of character. It did make me wonder where we were going.
He picked me up right on time and drove us down past the waterfront .. no surprises yet .. past the Watermark, past the marina, past the turn-off back into town, and out towards the casino. Hmm. He stopped the car, and we began to walk ... to the ferry terminal. Ah! We were going to Magnetic Island, just for dinner. We'd never done that before.
It was such a romantic idea, and it was nearly a perfect night. We didn't stop at the Peppers Resort near the ferry terminal; we hopped on the bus over to Horseshoe Bay to Barefoot gallery and restaurant. We sat on their balcony - barefoot of course - and for a good while we were their only guests. We gazed out to the sea as the sun went down, and listened to the lazy little waves sloshing rhythmically on the beach. When the sky was really dark, all we could see were the lights at the top of each mast of the boats moored in the bay. It was very, very romantic.