Rain, rain and...more rain. We are not greatly in appreciation of the rain's continual tirade of abuse against us on this island, although it is still perfectly possible to see what a thoroughly beautiful place it is.
We are staying right on the beach at Nelly Bay in a little hut. We have suddenly caught up with loads of people from various points along our coastal journey so far, which had made for a couple of good nights at the bar here. Returned late one night to find a welcoming committee of two outrageously green frogs sitting outside the door looking beady.
Being on Magnetic Island feels a bit like being in Jurrassic Park; lots of craggy, tree smothered peaks and wild weather. Not many dinosuars, though. Just frogs.