Flat Rock

We went camping the afternoon of the funeral service which was good because it took the heat off the death and gave us a break from the dogs... THOSE DOGS! I kept telling The Big Man that they 'are your dogs, not mine', a bit like when the kids are really naughty and they suddenly did not exit my body, but miraculously are his only.

With 8 families in total and 16 kids it was a brilliant way to wash away all the sadness. The Little Men had a ball, in fact, I hardly saw them. Rock pooling, sand dune jumping, kite flying, football, eating, swinging, showering, spotlighting... oh so much to do and so many people to do it with.

We stayed on a few days after everyone left and were lucky enough to find a yellow bellied sea snake on the high tide mark. It was tired and was resting... thank heaven it moved it's head as I bent down to pick it up (I thought it was a rubber snake). It was so beautiful. Brilliantly coloured.

We got a stick and began to drag/flick it down to the water, but he wouldn't go in, too exhausted... it had been storming the night prior and he was just plum tuckered. It filled in an hour and we feel soooo lucky to have seen this amazing thing... The boys are still talking about it and The Little Man even dragged a huge animal book in for Show and Tell (or Public Speaking as they say in the Private Schools! @$#@%#). Imagine the disappointment in the afternoon when he drags the book back again telling me they missed out on Show and Tell this week because of some other extra activity. Poor kid, his bag was soooo heavy. I'd be pee'd off too if I had to cart that thing around for a day for nothing.