Ayr had nothing to encourage a stay so we went on south.
The next big town is Bowen. Bowen has a hill. Its only 30 metres (100 ft) high but its really all they've got going for them. The caravan parks on the beach were all full so we stayed in a park on the main road out of town.
This was a strange place.
The husband put us on a particular site and some time later, a whiz-bang appeared and parked next to us on our site.
I went to the office to enquire what was happening. The office was unattended and pushing the grey button resulted in a woman poking her head out of an upstairs window, asking "What do you want?". I said "Is there any reason why there is a campervan parked right next to us?" "I'll go and check" she said and withdrew into the room.
The next thing a man appears from the back of the house and asks "What's the problem?" I repeated my question and he asked "Where are you?" Avoiding the obvious reply "Here, why?" I gave him the number of the site which didn't seem to mean anything to him so we walked back to the Motley. He saw what I had been on about and, without another word to me, he told the owner of the whiz-bang that he oughtn't to be there.
He, the owner of the whiz-bang, replied "But this is where she told us to come".
They eventually moved and we were spared the midnight "whiz-bang" . . . . "whiz-bang" of the door of the campervan when one or other of the occupants needed to go to the toilet.