are usually not too different from Tuesday afternoons, or Thursdays for that matter.
When we met some friends at a creek on their place for an afternoon barbecue.
Sarah and Jessie are in town helping Grandad run the river in search of mud-crabs.
While these youngest two enjoyed
all of the attention.
Firstly, manning the crawchie pots,
which resulted in no crawchies, but a few small trapped perch.
And then a spot of hand-line fishing
resulting in a slightly larger perch
and a couple of very happy campers.
After a beautiful barbecue lunch
there was nothing left to do
but skip some rocks.
A grand afternoon had by all.