Mum and Dad

We've had a busy boathold of late...

Firstly, Xave's niece and her fella came on board for a sail up the coast, then our mates and their beautiful girls arrived from home for a night on board, and finally, Mum and Dad, who have just spent a week or so with us.

It's been LOVELY to finally fill that front cabin.

Our week was spent relaxing, drinking, & swimming. We showed Mum and Dad the beauty of Pittwater and the surrounds. We had a lovely couple of nights away, during which Mum and Dad celebrated their wedding anniversary with a bottle of fizz and a perfect sunset... We caught a ferry on an overcast day to the Patonga Beach Hotel for lunch, ate fish and chips on Palm Beach during a balmy evening with friends, and Xave and I, actually had an evening out, sans children. Such a treat. but most of all, the kids enjoyed the extra attention from their grandparents. We were sad to see them go...

Below are a handful of pics taken through [mostly] their eyes. It's interesting to get someone else's perspective of our current existance!




coffee anyone?


hair washing duties


Dad on pirate watch


Dinner preparations

A little bit of common courtesy goes a long way.

We're back in Pittwater. It's certainly a lot busier than it was the last time we were here...

The moorings which we 'borrowed' prior to Summer, are now highly sought after, and so consequently, we were unfortunate enough to be kicked off one recently.

Now, this post is actually about MANNERS.

M.A.N.N.E.R.S.

You know, those things we were brought up with. The pleases and thankyous.

One evening, we were moored in The Basin. We were happily preparing dinner, when a yacht sailed by slowly, it meandered around, then sailed by again, this time mentioning, almost hesitantly, that the mooring we were on belonged to the RPA YC. Now, these sailors had every right to ask us to give up our mooring, instead, they very kindly - and politely - asked if we'd mind if they rafted up beside us for a few hours whilst they had dinner.

OF COURSE.

The next morning, an altogether different version:

A yacht arrived, did a few laps around the boats and all the vacant moorings, then announced to us, with much savvy and unnecessary attitude, that we were on a RPAYC mooring, and that we are not members, and therefore, [move]. NOW.
(whilst we circle you menacingly). Interesting.

The system works well most times, and borrowed moorings, are happily relinquished when requested, but a little bit of manners and courtesy goes a long way.