Wow, I’m so out of tune with my blog at the moment that I feel like I’m writing my first post again and don’t quite know what to say.
A week before Christmas we headed up to the warm Far North Coast of NSW. There we spent three weeks gazing out over the mighty Clarence River.
We swam at the beaches of Brooms Head and Yamba.
We watched storms over the cane fields and danced in the rain.
We enjoyed the nightly spectacle of hundreds of thousands of flying foxes setting out from their colony to feast during the night.
We braved the stench of the bats and their eerie screeches to get up close looks at them dangling upside down from their roosts during the day.
RJ and I sat and chatted with family and old friends while the kids ran wild with their cousins and new friends.
We took a ride in a ferry boat to swim at Iluka bay and spotted dolphins and jelly fish and all sorts of birds along the way.
We made friends with Mum and Dads’ resident kookaburras and magpies and butcher birds, frogs and water monitor too.
We saw kangaroos and emus and the Red Wiggle as well.
The kids got to eat out at the local Chinese because Pokky likes that too. Then we introduced them to Tapas (Dora eats that you know… Mum this fish has eyes in it… yeah it’s yum…Oh, ok).
We went to sports day on the beach and ran in the races, played cricket and swam in the pool.
We slept in a tent and a caravan and got to go for drives in other peoples cars.
We slipped, slopped and slapped and still got brown from the sun.
On the way home we stopped at Crowdy Bay National Park where we saw a sleepy koala, feisty boxing kangaroos and a nosy goanna.
We swam in the rock pools and wrote our names in the sand.
When we got home we had a garden to tame.
A carload of toys to relocate (mostly pre-loved so at least my conscience got a break).
Bills to pay.
Clothes and camping equipment to put away.
We had a good holiday…
Lots of fun and adventure.
The kids laughed and played and smiled every day.
It took me a week to recover.
I’m only just starting to feel sane.
The kids want to know when we can go back to Nanoo and Pokky’s again.
We swam at the beaches of Brooms Head and Yamba.
We watched storms over the cane fields and danced in the rain.
We enjoyed the nightly spectacle of hundreds of thousands of flying foxes setting out from their colony to feast during the night.
We braved the stench of the bats and their eerie screeches to get up close looks at them dangling upside down from their roosts during the day.
RJ and I sat and chatted with family and old friends while the kids ran wild with their cousins and new friends.
We took a ride in a ferry boat to swim at Iluka bay and spotted dolphins and jelly fish and all sorts of birds along the way.
We made friends with Mum and Dads’ resident kookaburras and magpies and butcher birds, frogs and water monitor too.
We saw kangaroos and emus and the Red Wiggle as well.
The kids got to eat out at the local Chinese because Pokky likes that too. Then we introduced them to Tapas (Dora eats that you know… Mum this fish has eyes in it… yeah it’s yum…Oh, ok).
We went to sports day on the beach and ran in the races, played cricket and swam in the pool.
We slept in a tent and a caravan and got to go for drives in other peoples cars.
We slipped, slopped and slapped and still got brown from the sun.
On the way home we stopped at Crowdy Bay National Park where we saw a sleepy koala, feisty boxing kangaroos and a nosy goanna.
We swam in the rock pools and wrote our names in the sand.
When we got home we had a garden to tame.
A carload of toys to relocate (mostly pre-loved so at least my conscience got a break).
Bills to pay.
Clothes and camping equipment to put away.
We had a good holiday…
Lots of fun and adventure.
The kids laughed and played and smiled every day.
It took me a week to recover.
I’m only just starting to feel sane.
The kids want to know when we can go back to Nanoo and Pokky’s again.
