My mum and dad and Barbie and I had lunch on the grass behind our van.
I don't think my dad was really watching out for me in the surf....I stepped in a hole and could have gone under!!
This is our van in the SW Rocks van park. I'm sitting in a chair under the awning watching my dad do the washing.
We had lunch in the outside beer garden of this pub in a trendy little town called "Gladstone", about a half-hour drive from SW Rocks.
My brother, Matt, came to visit for the weekend and he and my dad tried more of that fishing thing....I say again, fish don't do much, do they? (except maybe get caught and then thrown back).
We went hunting for bait on a sandbank - and it was great fun. I could run and run through the mud and not get into trouble.
My dad set a fishing rod into the sand while he was hunting for more bait...and guess what?!...he caught a fish that he didn't have to throw back....BUT he wrapped it in a wet towel and then I had to sit still and guard it.