Not many words today, just far too many photos from our time away. I couldn’t pick which ones to post, so you’re getting the (long) short-list!
We fed the iconic feral chooks. Often. All was good until one of the ducks mistook Hugo’s finger for a snack. We’re still getting lectures about that one.
Went swimming, but not as often as we would have liked. Norfolk received 269.6mm of rain in December – above the 95th percentile in the climate data. In data collected since 1890, the island has averaged 87.2mm of rain in December.
Had fun at the Christmas pageant. Elena and I rode in the Austin (Alice) with my father, and then joined in the festivities at the end.
Went looking for treasures – blissfully, I got to sleep in during this excursion!
Caught up on sleep.
Played with Christmas presents.
Went horse riding for the first time and lived to tell the tale.
Fell in love with horses. Uh oh.
Watched my father pick bananas the easy way.
Cooed over the cute calves wandering the roads.
Went looking for tropic birds in Alice. The birds nest on the ground underneath Norfolk pine trees – and we keep our distance.
‘Helped’ Granddad grease and oil the Harley.
Ate too much.
Climbed into the hollow tree for our ritual photographs.
Got a snap of four generations, all together.
And watched some beautiful sunsets.
It feels like we didn’t get up to much, but the photographs tell a different story. We’re home now and all holiday-ed out, for this year at least.