Wine. Food. Wine. Food.

The weather was fantastic this morning. Crisp, still, cool but magnificent clear sky's. Rob and I took the dogs for their morning battle and used it as an excuse to grab an Iced Coffee and exchanged manly man tales. The dogs went ballistic on the oval and were totally exhausted again. Taz was more than happy to recover by sitting  in my lap whilst I haggled my way through a crossword. 

And with the fire started by 10am, there really was no reason to move all day. 

Somehow the day soon turned into a food fest, with the odd drop of wine. It may have started when I got the 1st bottle out at lunch time.... And it didn't take much convincing for the others to follow up with half a dozen more. 

Another walk up to the shops for the worlds most expensive bread and milk, gave me a chance to absorb some of the sights around this little country town. 

The 3 campsites we were spreading ourselves across, were certainly in need of a tidy up, but thanks to the wine and copious amounts of cheese, salami and nuts, it just wasn't going to be today. 

Taz went for his afternoon walk with Rob and the kids (and Soda), when I suddenly got a call from Rob asking if Taz was with me - he had taken off! By the time I got up and crossed over to the park, I heard the others at the camp yelling out that Taz was there (looking for me!).

He was soaking wet and shivering, so we dried him off and wrapped him up. It took a good hour to get him to stop shaking, but he was obviously exhausted and didn't move apart from being shuffled between people fighting over who was going to hold him next. 

Tea time arrived, and as the new tradition commanded, we went up to the local takeaway for our last night. 

One more chance to snap a photo of the lake before settling around the fire with even more to eat and drink. 

Tomorrow is pack up day. That means it is either going to be fantastic weather, or raining.