It's a fairly rare occurrence for us to spend a weekend at home. Our weekends away though usually involve fencing pliers or drafting sticks at Bottle Tree. This weekend though we headed south to Matthew's parents for an early Christmas get-together.
Saturday, Old Nev (Matthew's Dad) had organised a day of fishing for us at Fraser Island, a place the kids and I had never visited before.
On what would have been a particularly hot day on the mainland, the sea breezes allowed us a beautiful day on the water.
And though fish were few and far between, the day was perfect.
These hats, part of our everyday uniform, always draw attention from onlookers,
providing conversation-starters with the kids,
and giving them opportunity to tell all who'll listen, we come from the bush.
The big fella spent all day baiting hooks. A good airing for those legs that so rarely see the light of day.
We had a wonderful day, and a lovely weekend. As I said to Matthew's Mum as we were leaving, the goodbyes get harder every time, which can only be seen as a good thing.
Three weeks today to the big day ... nearly time to panic.