A list of five incredible things we did before breakfast:
We got out of bed at 5am without any whinging.
We got lost in a swamp.
We acted as guardian angels to a lone baby turtle making its break for the waves.
We skimmed stones on the ocean.
We missed seeing dolphins swimming past said ocean by about .6 of a second because we were looking the wrong way.
Number 5 was, obviously, an incredibly annoying thing.
But that was, quite literally, just the beginning of a big day for the Devereaux clan because we also managed to teach the kids how to throw back shots at The Bundaberg Barrel and, to wear off the subsequent sugar hit, went for a dip in a tidal pool.
We’d stumbled across the Basin Rock Pool earlier in the day when we got lost coming back from the turtles and it looked beautiful and peaceful and was full. By the time we arrived in the afternoon the tide was out and the ocean beyond was rough and roary, but the shallow rock pool was still a nice spot for a quick splash.
We were wrong.
They were only standing ten meters away from us, so I’d noticed the older couple tearing up slices of bread and throwing them at their feet – and I knew the kids hadn’t, because they’d have been instantly suspicious. Then, when all the bread was gone, the man decided to grab the attention of a couple of our munchkins.
“Hey kids,” he called out to Miss7 and Miss9. I knew what was coming, but there was simply no time to warn him to not say what they were about to say. “Come and look at all the fish.”
“The what?” asked Miss7.
“Fish!” Miss9 yelled as she attempted a better than fair JC impersonation and bolted for the shore.
“AAAAGH!” screamed Miss7, nearly bursting my eardrum because instead of running after her sister she’d climbed up onto my head, meaning I’m on painkillers for a shite neck tonight. “There’s live things in here!” she yelled to where the other three kids were standing knee deep with Tracey.
Suddenly Master11 was as tense as a cadet camp.
“Where!?” he yelled back.
Miss7 would have pointed to where the older couple were standing, ironically, like stunned mullets but her hands were busy cutting of my air supply.
“There’s fish in here!” Miss7 called out to him, looking in horror at the very same water she’d been telling me was so lovely right up until about thirty seconds ago. “In the water!”
That was all the information Master11’s imagination needed.
“A fish just swam past me!” he squealed a few seconds later.
“No it didn’t,” Tracey assured him.
“I’ll prove it didn’t,” Tracey told him, dunking our camera into the water and taking a photo.
“Well?” asked Master11, because his mother had stopped with the camera half outstretched towards him.
So anyway, missing seeing wild dolphins frolicking in the ocean by a smidge over half a second has been elevated to the second most incredibly annoying thing to happen to us today.
Been amusing ourselves checking out signs around the place:
Raising a family on little more than laughs
This isn’t a sponsored post, however we were lucky enough to be invited to check out The Bundaberg Barrel, which we found on this list of things to do in the Bundaberg area, about half an hour before we were heading there. We’ll have to come back because there’s still more!