Five days and four nights in the tents at the beautiful Pigeon Bay was great! I was strong in my body and soul to tackle cooking for 12 with gas cookers in an outdoor kitchen, boiling up water for dishes and keeping everyone organised and not sunburnt. The first night I only slept 1 hour from 5:20am! The dawn chorus of bellbirds was a wonder to hear. We had 7 in one tent and 5 in the other.
*seeing David jump off the rope swing into the sea
*visiting my dad’s childhood home in Holmes Bay, a bay within Pigeon Bay, and hear him share stories of the milking shed, the paddocks, roads and house. We even got to look through the house and we saw the paddock where he flew his model aeroplanes
*Seeing the boys sail on their own in Second Wind
*Joshua’s first time camping (and he loved it!)
*Joey, Jon and Lily all sleeping in a row in the tent
*Seeing the cousins, aunts, uncles grandparents and friends
*A wild southerly blow that blew sand and lifejackets up the beach
*Matthew and Joey finding krill washed up on the beach
*Jon meeting and befriending other children at the camp
*Susanna’s trip to Akaroa with Nan and Pa for groceries on the last afternoon (the children ate so much we almost ran out of food)
*Children playing tennis with Dad (Mike) at the court
*The big boys playing Settlers of Catan in the tent on a rainy afternoon while Mike played dice games with Lily and Joey. I heard it while cutting up veges in the other tent while baby Josh slept.
*traps the boys set up for sparrows – a spoon or stick balanced precariously on the edge of a table or stack of cans with some rice laid on top. The bird lands to eat but the perch falls away. The birds all scatter at the clatter.
I was pleased to be able to work hard to make this trip happen.