Drama number two unfolded as hubby decided to add more fuel to the trangia while it was still alight. Not an idea I would recommend. Thankfully he had prepared a couple of pots with water for a cuppa later which were used to douce the flames before they engulfed the entire dinner area. It was a bit of excitement for a few minutes. Girls were a bit amazed at the hole in the tea towel but the snags were just perfect.
The day had been overcast and still and really just perfect. Next we thought it was time for roasting marshmellows on the beach followed by a spot of fishing! Nothing serious. Only seaweed caught on our lines.
She was so cautious with the flames. One contented little girl.
Forgot to mention the many many unfriendly little inhabitants of our campsite! Jack Jumpers and Bull ants/Inchmen? On a previous camping trip we started out with number two being bitten on her foot. It swelled up far past her ankle and she cried all night. Thankfully, this trip, amazingly saw no one bitten. The picture bellow is a little out of focus. I haven’t got a micro lens.
The night fell around us and as we finally bunked down for the evening it started to rain. How pleasant it was. The toddler who NEVER sleeps all night happened to be the ONLY person who did sleep all night.
Running to the luxury flushing toilet block at 3:30am with a headlight was very interesting in the rain. It was like running in a blizzard without all the cold wind.
We encountered a very tame possum who had rearranged our camp table for us ready for breakfast????? Upon rising in the morning we were sorry to see that the pleasant nightime rain had continued. It was shaping up to be a wet pack-up.
Big girls decided to skip pack-up and head down to the beach while toddler helped us deflate boats and pack up tent poles, all the while acting as go-between from beach to camp…. not impressed! Hmmm. Note for next time: Must remedy lazy girl syndrome!
Apart from the rain and the few tiny dramas, the girls got to paddle, fish, fossick and discover. Run free and cook on the beach. They had a ball! So did we.
I must mention though that we were revisiting the exact same beach where the milkshake episode had occurred. (See Part One!) The spot where years earlier we had packed up in the rain only to have the car refuse to turn over. That thankfully did not happen and now the little one has been initiated into the camping club!
A successful camp indeed!