And thank heavens they are! Left Mallacoota behind at about eleven o'clock today. Arrived home at about 8.00pm. Long drive. Stopped at Orbost for lunch and Moe (Maureen's) for pick-me-up coffee and cool drinks.
by Catherine Bateson
I liked prawning best. From a distance, it looks like a river lantern festival but when you get closer you realise people are doing this seriously. We did it seriously, too, and ate prawns for breakfast. If you cound the equipment we bought, they were the most expensive prawns I've ever eaten. However, I think you could regard the prawn net as an asset and bung the aqua shoes into clothing expenses, in which case the prawns were free. Bargain!
The boyman went fishing (and as prawns are also seafood, perhaps we could spread the perceived expense of the prawns across - nuh, just get over it, already, all right?) and caught a flathead and two trevally. He then cooked them. Helen and I ate most of them. Rosie had a small fillet for breakfast.
We also went duning - that is, riding boogie boards down a sand dune and thus destroying precious ecospheres in the name of fun. (I didn't mention the last bit to the kids.) However, the god of precious ecospheres insisted that the girlchild barrel down the dune on her board and run into me at a huge speed and with a totally panicked expression on her face. Fortunately she hit my soft bits and we didn't collide heads. She has a sandrash. I have bruises. I know now that when kids shout 'Get out of the way, Catty!' they simply cease to see you. It makes sense. They have told you to get out of the way, therefore you have. It isn't until they are within a metre and a half of you and travelling at 20 kilometres an hour that they realise you haven't automatically obeyed their instructions....