Bullet point #1
The five of us went on a summer camping holiday. In a rather roomy tent. With a trailer. And the dog. For the purposes of melodrama, it rained for ten days and ten nights (or more accurately, seven days and we came home on day nine).
Bullet point #2
Even when camping and surrounded by wading pools of puddles, the youngest does things in her very own sparkly shoe style.
Bullet point #3
Less successful was the youngest’s approach to fishing: yelling encouragement at dinner. Dinner was not encouraged.
Bullet point #4
When it wasn’t raining and there was a break in the weather...
...there was a crazy hairdo wind...
...perfect for kite flying.
Bullet point #5
Much creativity was required to keep morale on the straight and narrow. When we weren’t making coal mines out of Jenga games for coal miners made from sticks – oh, best not ask – there were trips to wet beaches with impressive cliffs.
And adrenaline highs from jumping off impressive cliffs.
And many more adrenaline highs, (and one exuberantly queasy response), to those spinny-around, playground, whirlygig whatsits.
Bullet point #6
Typical of every summer holiday in recent memory, there was a classic car meet and the kids and I looked convincingly impressed and rivoted, peering in at windows and under bonnets and surveying engines. But secretly we were busy finding faces...
Bullet point #7
There is nothing like a great dollop of perspective for making the best of a rainy camping holiday. Night in and night out, I lay snug in my sleeping bag, drowning out the din of Rainstorm-on-Tent, tuned in to ABC radio. Aghast at the flooding horrors up north (and now all over Victoria) and overseas, humbled by nature’s forces, worried for friends, hyper-aware of the tenuous nature of life as we know it.
The subsequent crafty, bloggy, money-raising ingenuity and generosity has been nothing short of INSPIRED. If you haven’t already indulged in exuberant bidding or giveaway entering, there is yet time. Were you in the market, for instance, for Colin, you still have until 9pm tonight (Melbourne time) to place your bid. Be warned, I am a shocking bidder. It’s all compulsion, no restraint. Best make yours a good bid, because I am rearranging my 2011 yarn-buying budget and the plan of attack is always to come in at the very last second...
Bullet point #8
At another wet and drizzly beach I found a fortuitous heart.