One day, just maybe, the kids will learn to take more than one item at a time out of the van, without slamming the door behind them each time.
One day, just maybe, the kids will learn to fire up the Weber and cook me breakfast so that when I am woken up with the 100th door slam, they can bribe back into happiness.
One day.
After the usual morning routines I tried in vain to get the kids to come with me and explore the local marina and pretend beach.
Turns out that Taz is the only loyal one in the family now, so off we went.
There is not a lot to the beach here. Rocks, seaweed, more rocks. There was certainly some good spots for a bit of fishing, including squid, however this trip was just s scoping exercise and we soon headed back to camp.
We had a big game of softball with the kids then some well needed rest. The park had close to 600 people here now with another 150 expected.
I needed to get away and explore, so when everyone refused to come with me again, I took off on my own with Taz to look at Second Valley and Rapid Bay.
Plenty of amazing coastal views, and the compulsory walks on the jetty, also stopping to talk to everybody (who were really only stopping to pat Taz, but I am ok with pretending it is me they were really stopping for. )
I felt much better after clambering over all the rocks in my best hiking thongs, and headed back to have my first drink for the day (yes I know it is hard to believe, but it was definitely after 3 before cracking my first coldie
The fire got stoked up after the Weber produced another magnificent set of chicken schnitzels, and the night faded into darkness, and a whole lot of story telling.
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