This is nice on a memorial seat facing the beach. "Harry Grant 1926 - 2012. Loving memories. Come sit awhile. Enjoy the sea."
I took some some photos with moonlight on cresting waves. I don't think these are them and I can't find them.
Now I left you with a cliff hanger. What happened at 1.30 Friday night, well Saturday morning really? R's phone rang. It was Ex Sis in Law, somewhat distressed as one the twins was melting down and uncontrollably screaming for her mother. R woke Hippie Niece and drove her the few minutes to the caravan. The twin was consoled by her mum and HN ended up staying at the caravan and sleeping on the kitchen table.
Meanwhile back at the cottage, we were wide awake. We had a couple of stiff drinks and eventually went back to sleep at 3am. What a nightmare.
The next morning ESinL's husband cooked us bacon and eggs at the caravan and we all then drove to Torquay where Fire Fighting Nephew and his wife's apartment is being built. They will move in in November. FFN's wife is due to give birth to their daughter Poppet in August. We couldn't find anywhere large enough to have ice creams for the kiddies and coffee for us, so we bought a box of ice creams from the supermarket and went back to Barwon Heads to eat them on public seating. That was nice.
At 3pm Sister, Bone Doctor and Jo arrived at the caravan to have an early celebration for Jo's 13th birthday.
Some serious para gliding.
Two cakes for Jo, enough for everyone. Candles are verboten so it was just a rousing Happy Birthday. As I type on the following Saturday, it is Jo's 13th birthday and we called her and sang Happy Birthday to her over the phone.
We did our own thing Saturday night and bought take away fish and chips and had a lovely evening in our cottage just on our own. Social interaction exhausts me, even though I kind of like it. No early morning calls, and clearly there couldn't be repeat of the previous night, so where did Hippie Niece and the twins sleep? Oh dear, I mucked up a bit.