Lake Awoonga

Seriously Max is there any chance you can make it to day break.  Honestly where do kids get their energy.  No sooner was he awake and he was mouthing the words "My belly's rumbling. Mummy can I have some breks-fest". Who can think of eating at this hour of the day.  Anyway before too long the rest had joined him and we were up and into the day at 6.30AM.  The neighbours kids were buzzing also, so the rest of the park awoke to seven kids scootering and bike riding down the hill.  It was a pretty low key morning actually.  I did more washing just for something different, and Rick attempted to teach Maxie and Scarlett to ride their bikes without their training wheels.  Maxie got the hang of it, but his confidence wasn't great, so Rick put his wheels back on and bent them upwards to limit his reliance on them. Scarlett kept panicking that Rick would let go of the bike and was just impossible to teach, so that was the end of that.  I used the morning to bake.  Not to be outdone by the scones back in Agnes Waters, I thought I'd throw my hand to baking a chocolate cake in the caravan oven, which might I say, turned out delicious despite improvising on the quantities, temperature and cooking time (the options are 1-6).  So early afternoon, we headed off to do some fishing in a river under a bridge back at Begara, a tiny town just up the road from Lake Awoonga. Maxie caught two fish within 15 minutes of casting his first line.  Pretty impressive given it was his first attempt at fishing and using his fancy rod that Uncle Joel gave him for Christmas 18 months ago.  By days end we'd caught 3 brim and 4 John Dory.  And when we went to leave, Scarlett said to Rick "Daddy can we take the fish home".  Rick said, "no, they're all too small." To which she said, "But what about the tandoori's."  Ah, would that be the John Dory's?  God bless. Too cute. The fishing experience was right up there for the kids, complete with muddy puddles and sludge to walk around in.  Rick was in his element and forever hopeful of that elusive Barramumdi.  I on the other hand was in pain.  It was torture and so reminded me of days past on the banks of the Murrumbidge River.  Even my amazing creation of chocolate cake, cream and raspberries for afternoon tea, was not enough to dull the trauma. Thank god for baby wipes, washing machines and soap.  I was so happy to come home.  Dinner was a delight.  We tried a pork roast for the first time in the Weber Q.  Ah what have I been missing in life.  Divine.  The crackling was amazing and the meat was so scrumptious.  Baked crunchy oven potatoes and pumpkin, beans and broccolini topped off with the most amazing gravy and we were all liking our fingers for more taste sensations.  We finished the night with another skype, this time from Nanna Sandra and Nonno Tony.  Its good to be connected. We miss the grandparents.