Not quite as planned

I managed to sleep until just after 8 this morning, thanks to the boys playing quietly on their iPads. Another great sunny day greeted us, with the most important feature - no wind. (Unlike me after sitting up late, eating and drinking last night). 

I cooked up the usual hot breakfast, whilst deflecting Dylan's constant requests about going fishing again. 

The big news this morning was that Peter didn't get flown home last night, thanks to the heavy rains in the far NW of SA soaking the private runway, and therefore no planes in or out. At this stage, the earliest he will get home is Sunday 😳😧. And to top it off, it meant he had to keep working as there was no fly in crew arriving either!  Grumpy Peter needs a Scotch. 

I took the boys to a beach called Kemp's Bay at the bottom of the Yorke Peninsula where we threw out some lines in the hope of getting some Salmon or a stray Flathead. 1st cast scared the life out of a sun baking fish that skipped across the top of the water, frightened so much that he took all his mates with him. Over the next 2 hours, Dylan caught a few very tiny Tommy Ruff, and I missed one decent bite from something much larger, and once again came home without a feed, but with some good memories. As we were speeding down the dirt road, a brown snake slithered across the road in front of us without a care, knowing full well that we were more scared of him than the other way around. We watched him sit there for a moment, before he he slowly disappeared into nowhere leaving us baffled as to where he went. Our very non-snake friendly outfit of shorts and thongs guaranteed him that we weren't going to start looking for him, so it was back to the van for a late lunch. 

Of course the moment the food appeared to have been eaten, Dylan was bouncing off the walls wondering where we were going fishing next. Reluctantly I agreed to go to Edithburgh jetty, with a squid line, a tommy line and a bottom rig. There were hundreds of small fish around but not eating anything except everyone's burley, and only about 3 squid caught between the 30 or so other hopeful fishers out here. After announcing for the 5th time that we were leaving, and Dylan responding with "No", or "Why", or "One last cast", we were packing up when Dylan actually pulled in a smallish cuttlefish. At this stage of the day, I couldn't be bothered so it got thrown back and we were gone. 

Finally, I got some me time and a much needed drink. Despite Dylan's unstoppable desire to fish 24/7, and Tyler's boredom when a fish isn't caught within 5 minutes, it has been fun and good to spend time with the boys, doing boy stuff, and talking boy s^*+. 

As expected, they were exhausted tonight ( but not enough to not sit and watch a movie on TV till 9:15), but were asleep 2 minutes once it had ended.