I spent the first hour walking him up the beach trying to get him used to water more than an inch deep, but he wouldn’t go near it. I did find a spot under the jetty where he nearly got his legs wet, but the rolling waves were just too much for him.
When we got back, I had lunch and was sitting lifeless in my camping chair, when Taz suddenly got interested in something behind me. Turns out a 1.5m brown snake decided to slip past the rear feet of my chair as if he owned the park. (Right at that moment, he did, by the way).
I flew out of my chair, changed my undies and followed it to make sure it went into someone else’s van so that I could sleep tonight. I watched it slip under the neighbours annex and after poking my head in and seeing all the bedding and mattresse, I raised the alarm with them. When it finally decided to poke its head out again, we managed to steer it away from all vans and into the bushland between us and the beach.
That was my signal to settle in for the afternoon with a strong drink. I now had the second biggest fright of the day when I couldn’t find my bottle of Bacardi. After 10 or so frantic panic-stricken minutes, I came to the conclusion that it was in the boot of the car with Tracy and the kids (hopefully the kids don’t find it first). So guess who not only syed back at camp, but also had a dry afternoon.?
More walks wothTaz on the beach and talking to Marty who had come back early thanks to a faulty car alternator passed the afternoon away until the family arrived looking very pleased with themselves and having good memories from the day.
The Weber was fired up for tea, then we all gathered for the communal drinks and “talk shit” sessions until we couldn’t stay up any longer.
I managed to get a few more photos of a very tired Taz who was loving the additional attention.
It seems we are going fishing at 6am in the morning. That’s the plan anyway (is it wrong I am secretly hoping Dylan will sleep in?)