Last week Stu decided I needed to get off my big fat backside and out of the house on the weekend. Not sure why. Best not to examine his motives too closely. Continue reading
Day 7 and almost time to go home. Our week of doing a lot of not very much has caught up with us and we’ve had a day of doing even less. And still we’re enjoying it.
I lost count of the people who asked me what we were going to do on Norfolk Island for a week. I was more concerned that a week wouldn’t be long enough for everything we wanted to see and do.
Care to guess who was right?
Day 1 started somewhat earlier than we expected when our daughter went in to labour and made it to hospital with 9 minutes to spare before our 2nd grandson was born. We didn’t have time to meet him before we had to check in so we toasted his arrival with an early morning drink at the airport.
After the cruise we really only had one plan for our last 2 days, and that was to go to Pearl Harbor. For my non-American readers, you might notice that I’ve used the American spelling. It seems only right but I don’t intend to make a habit of it.
Our last day of this break! Stu was up early and went fishing but only caught a small cod – no keepers.
Much as I like the relaxed lifestyle at Cape Trib, I’m not sorry to be heading away from the humidity. We didn’t make it far down the road before we stopped for breakfast at CJ’s Cafe at Thornton Beach. A beautiful spot and the girl who served us was soooooo cheerful.
What sort of lunatics go to the tropics in the middle of summer? The sort with a son who works there and who is about to move overseas to work.
It was a short break in February – just a week off work – but gave us the excuse to do at least one other thing that we’d been thinking about for a long time but hadn’t quite managed.
Day 1 was a long 10-hour drive with a lot of not very much to see. We did stop for a pie in Clermont and took the opportunity to visit the Billy Sing Memorial.