Grey nomads

We lived the life of a grey nomad today. Had a lazy brekky, washed up, did a few bits n bob but can't really remember what that was, went to the beach for a couple of hours, came back and cooked up some leftover pork spare ribs on Weber, read books whilst Olive slept, got an icy pole from office/shop then back to the beach for happy hour! I like this life!

The beach is spectacular and even therapeutic as we haven't swam in the ocean for a while, at least as beautiful as this one.

It was another hot day and it was a day for doing not much at all. Rubes dug deep in the sand and found lots of clams and then read up on them back at camp. We were pretty much the only ones on the beach.

It was a dolphin, not a shark.

We seem to be the only campers under 40 at Barn Hill and we often get the laughing comment from fellow campers " ha ha we've been through all that", but in saying that, both our girls have been asking us if they can go to bed each night. At first we thought they we're joking and just wanted to watch " Frozen" on IPad but they genuinely fall to sleep very quickly, before we can draw circles on their bellies and "Puff the magic dragon" hasn't even been sung at all in the past week.

Off to Dampier Peninsula to either camp at Quondong Point or James Price Point, depending on how busy each camp is.