Not immune from Australia's great love affair with the beach, we excitedly traded boots for boardies and headed south to the whale-watching capital of the country over Christmas.
Our plans were somewhat altered when Matthew's Mum had a fall early in the week, seeing her hospitalised for the duration of our stay. It turned out a blessing that the hospital wasn't far from where we were staying, meaning we could visit daily, and were able to bring her out for Christmas lunch.
As well as the requisite eating, drinking with a little more eating thrown in, we enjoyed some beachside action.
The boys were gifted a day-trip on a fishing charter,
returning with big stories of the ones that got away.
We returned home to only seventeen mm in the rain guage, but wonderful stories of good rain in the north and west, long overdue. We know our turn isn't far away.