We are home. 3 weeks away is apparently enough to make oneself have to re-develop a tolerance to the rolling of the boat. Last night I felt quite sick, but today I'm fine. (don't think it had anything to do with the g & t's but I may be wrong...)
We also have to readjust to the lack of space. Hence last night's war cry, and Roo has to readjust to being on the top bunk - he fell out of the bed for the first time last night. This morning he thinks I'm a liar - 'no I didn't' (said with much dude 'tude).
The boat has survived our absence with only a handful of leaks - Xave is beginning the onerous task of finding out why and from where. The spiders have made good use of our absence, apparently spinning webs like maniacs and making new homes in all the nooks and crannies.
I'm scared to move things.
It used to do my head in, wondering how on earth our boat could keep filling up with these 8 legged creatures, until someone told me that the incy wincy little spider babies, clinging to their webs for dear life, fly through the air on gusts of wind and get caught on the stays.. . Beauty. Thrilled with that.
Below are a handful of recent pics.
The beautiful harbour at Nelson Bay.
Looking out over Port Stephens.
Cookie's spider pet (collected from my neck thankyou very much).
Roo at Wellington Point, Brisbane.
All the QLD cousins at Wellington Point.
