So my word count has temporarily ground to a halt. I blame good weather and family fun times. I did however find myself being put on the spot by my sister, who told her myriad small children that I’m writing a story. The eldest actually understood the plot! A massive achievement when you consider that he’s six, and the story involves at least half a dozen back-stabs and double-crosses… Either I’m getting the hang of story-telling, or the kid’s a genius (probably a little column A, a little column B).
Anyhow, here’s a selection of happy-snaps from the trip so far…
All up, we’re having too much fun to ever go back to Sydney. Sorry, Wolf.
We go to an indigenous cultural centre tomorrow, then to the island by boat on Thursday. Bring on the pool-side beers!