What a holiday we are having. After breakfast we loaded up the car with fishing rods and lunch and headed back down to the beach where we had been swimming yesterday. We arrived about 45 mins before the others but didn’t realise the tide was still coming in. Paul and the kids were swimming and building sand castles and I set myself up on my towel to read my book except that every 10 mins the water would lap at my toes and I would have to move my towel up the beach.
Once the others arrived everyone seemed to move into full fishing mode and were there were about 10 of them stretched at intervals down the beach. Paul was the first in our family to land a flathead. The kids all had fun , Luke, who I thought was my fisherman ran out of patience quite quickly it turns out he is much happier just playing around watching other people fish. To my huge surprise it was Claire who seemed the most committed to fishing. And after a few hours of patience it paid off – she landed two Long Toms which we were able to use as bait. She was beside herself with excitement but didn’t actually want to have to touch it! Thomas caught a slow moving flathead with his hands which turned out to have one of Josh’s hooks in his mouth.
We ended up spending about seven hours down at the beach and have all come home glowing and having to smother ourselves in moisturiser. I think poor Claire is the worst all those hours of fishing have burnt her face – she was a little bit too late with the sunscreen.
When we got back to camp Paul headed down to the fish cleaning area to scale the flathead and came across a couple of guys who were just finishing filleting a huge Spanish Mackeral and offered Paul some fillets. We ended up with enough to feed our family and the Burgesses. I made up a recipe for beer batter (I figured how hard could it be) and battered and fried the fish and made some home made chips so we had a delicious meal of freshly caught fish and chips.
We are all going to be a bit sorry to have to leave tomorrow – coming up here after a week of dust and dirt on the Gibb was the perfect way to end our Kimberly adventure.
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