Wallace is in town with his grandparents learning the finer arts of fish-wrangling and crab-tying. Grandad insistent they may need to buy heavier guage rope, as baling twine just won't be strong enough to tie the monster crabs they're going to haul in. We'll wait and see.
So while Dad trucked and Wallace crabbed, we girls spent our time gathering and drafting cattle in readiness for the truck, keeping an eye on the gate, racing to the yards to help him load, ensuring a fast turn-around for the old Acco.
In between times we dabbled in a little cooking;
a little dog-washing;
with Ruby suitably unimpressed;
a little gardening;
including some short back and sides for some out of control shrubbery;
even a little overdue room-cleaning.
And finally, as I'm often prone to do, even my clothes-line threw its hands in the air at the amount of laundry we had to deal with.
Now, for two weeks of school holidays.