There’s a house on Stradbroke Island. Straddie is about an hour’s ferry ride from the mainland. The house is old, but it has everything you need. It’s also right next to Moreton Bay. We can sit and watch the sun go down and see dolphins fishing a few feet from us. In the morning, we can lay in bed and hear the water lapping against the shore and the wind blowing through the branches of the tree just outside. It’s so peaceful. My husband fishes. I read. We sleep and reconnect. The island itself is like stepping back in time to the 70s. It’s sort of in a time warp. There are pubs, cafes and a restaurant or two and community centres, but really, there’s not much to do. No shopping centres. No cinema. Not very much of anything other than beautiful beaches, scenery and time to relax. We try to go there to recharge our batteries. We’re overdue a visit.