Turn lawn into beach

The Courier-Mail - QWeekend - - ESCAPE - LEISA SCOTT

Ahouse that looks out onto lawn lead­ing straight to an un­spoiled beach; ev­ery­one has their vi­sion of per­fec­tion and this is mine. I didn’t dare dream of in­clud­ing whales breach­ing in the ocean at break­fast time, but this idyl­lic set­ting throws that in for good mea­sure. There are also kook­abur­ras sit­ting on the fence and a yacht ghost­ing by on More­ton Bay.

But it’s that lawn to beach sce­nario that be­witches our fam­ily dur­ing a week­end stay at the tiny More­ton Is­land set­tle­ment of Cowan Cowan. The kids scam­per from lawn to beach (this sec­tion of which is banned to 4WDs), adults sprawl about on the lawn and a seabreeze blows. Bliss.

We had planned to be more ac­tive. Bait had been bought, fish­ing rods packed and there was talk of col­lect­ing pipis. But apart from a drive along the surf beach and around the north­ern tip to Yel­low Patch – al­ways non-ne­go­tiable on a trip to this stun­ning sand is­land – our clan was res­o­lute: we’re not budg­ing from the lawn-beach.

The two-storey, mod­ern-de­signed home is pretty spe­cial, too. Up a few steps from the grass is a sprawl­ing deck fur­nished with an im­pres­sive din­ing ta­ble, bar­be­cue and wrap­around lounge. Glass French doors open onto it from the ad­join­ing open-plan liv­ing area and kitchen, which has a gas stove and is filled with ev­ery uten­sil needed to whip up a gourmet feast. Bring pro­vi­sions from the main­land but, if you’ve for­got­ten some ba­sics, the Bulwer shop is only a five-minute drive away.

There are three bed­rooms, all with glass doors that open to views of the beach and with their own shower and toi­let. The one down­stairs has two sin­gle beds and an­other one up­stairs has a queen. And then there’s the mas­ter bed­room ( be­low). It’s huge, with a pri­vate deck to es­cape the happy may­hem be­low and a spa bath in the mid­dle of the room. You can see the sea from there, too.

As the day winds down, the clan ral­lies to go for a walk along the beach where more en­er­getic types are play­ing cricket. The chil­dren are fas­ci­nated by the old forts slowly crum­bling into the dunes, rem­nants of Bris­bane’s de­fences in World War II. To dis­tract them from thoughts of clam­ber­ing over them, a kin­dling hunt be­gins. With a few hand­fuls of twigs, we re­turn to the house. Right on the edge of the lawn is a tim­ber plat­form be­decked with a ta­ble and chairs. Next to that is a fire pit, sup­plied with logs. The fire is lit, wine re­trieved from the fridge and the adults watch the sun set over the ocean as the kids play on the lawn.

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