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Sandy Parp

Small Brother and his Canadian arrived five days ago. He, from about minus five degrees and her from about minus twenty-five. They had a day of knocking about yesterday and today we all went out on the trimaran.

Small Z had gone to her first theatre show in town with her Nana. She had a blast – the show, a fancy lunch, fun in Fed Square and then, glory of glories – a mango gelati 🙂

Meanwhile, we got off to a late start. Can’t remember why. But by 1pm we were sailing out of the Hastings channel and off across Westernport Bay. Destination – Sandy Point. It was Small DB’s first ever sail. She was surprisingly amenable to being encased in her lifejacket.

We were going against the wind, so it took a while to get there. I spent most of the time entertaining her in the cabin as it was too windy for her above decks. Co-Captain M motor-sailed the final twenty minutes to speed up the journey.

Sandy Point is weird and beautiful. On several previous occasions we have called it the ‘Farting Beach’. Every time you step on the sand in the shallows, cascades of bubbles are released and your feet sink down further than you expect. Sandy Parp!

M and Small Brother went to investigate while we stayed on the sand, swatting away March flies. They came back and said they had found a lovely creek. We all walked back to it. The water was clear, mostly shallow with a few deeper pools. Small DB sat happily collecting shells, her fullbody suit meant that the March flies didn’t bother her.

The Canadian very thoughtfully collected lots of shells that had holes in them for the Smalls to use for threading at home. We lingered in and by the creek for a good hour before M got twitchy about where he’d anchored and wanted to go back to check on her.

We all followed. I was very tempted to go in for a swim – the weather was sublime – but there was a little breeze that put me off. I didn’t do it. M and Small Brother sorted out the anchors, while Small DB conked out on the Canadian and probably got about ten minutes of nap time in before I took her into the cabin, whereupon she awoke and clowned around for the rest of the trip.

One of my favourite things - sailing on a beautiful day with my bro, his girl, M and DB. #sunny #trimaran #westernportbay Thinking of my dad, he would like it out here today.

Tea and biscuits at sea. Different people steered. The Canadian told us of her family home on Lake of the Woods and we began pining to sail there…in summer – obviously. After we got back to the pontoon, M set about packing up the boat, while the other two went back to get the boat trailer. It was looking like being a long haul-out, so I piggy backed Small DB home.

Ah – the ease of just having one Small to look after! A bath, some scrambled eggs and finally sleep. We ate, what I recall, was an uninterrupted dinner!

To me this post sounds incomplete, as I can’t include things that were on the mind of Small Brother and myself. However, I am happy to have a record of the day. Oh – and those last three pictures were nicked directly from moondriven


A rainy morning turned into a sunshiney afternoon. My dad came for lunch and then he and M sailed the trimaran around to the boatyard for reasons too complicated to bother explaining…they involve the trimaran trailer, a trip to NSW and some sails. I’ll leave it there. Having had Small DB under the weather for two weeks has been like living in a vortex…

There was some scooting…

Scooting in the winter sun.

Some sitting around at the boat ramp…

High tide at the boat ramp.

And yesterday, unbeknownst to me, Dad had put my new front seat into the Humber. And it rocks…

My new front seat. Supersnipe.

Today I got some unexpected (but I suspect, sorely needed) self time – I had a cup of tea at a cafe while Small Z was at her sewing class, and now? As M is home at an hour that is most abnormal, he set me free…and I swooshed straight to the library to tend to my neglecto blog… 🙂

Hello 2014!

New Year's Eve. No pressure. No need to feel compelled to ring it in with a Big Bang. Am in faaaaar different place than I was this time last year. My woes have been put in perspective. We wanted to spend NYE with our long lost neighbours – the ones who used to live around the corner and then were rude enough to go off and build a house in the mountains…

We have shared some of the most crazy times of our lives with them – both of us living through the intensity of new babies. It was so lovely to secure their services for a sailing trip. For there had to be a sailing trip. There were eight aboard – four Small girls and four grown-ups. We motored (motoring – gah) across a bumpy bay. The day cleared as we went on and by the time we got to Sandy Point there was strong sunshine…

J and I settled in on the sand and nattered the day away, while the Smalls all played together with thrilling symphony – never a cross word! The manly folk took them all for a long walk. A long, long walk. J and I eventually realised (with the prompting of a passing sailing-goddess) that the trimaran was rather a long way out of the water. We tried to push her off the sand, but…

M and C tried, with our help, when they eventually got back. No dice. We were stuck there until about 7pm. Thank god for a bit of extra food, and the continuing enthusiasm of the Smalls. It would have been a little easier had we been able to leave maybe one hour earlier, but we managed, although I had to restrain myself from throwing Small Z overboard as we neared home.

We got home at 9.30pm – we were out in the sun and weather for NINE HOURS. Yike. J and I were well oiled machines – throwing together food, bathing and drying children, setting up the caravan – the blokes did not appreciate the true and desperate necessity of getting them all in bed as quickly as possible to avoid the much dreaded OVERTIRED MELTDOWN.

We managed it. Phew. And sat down to dinner at the rather decadent time of 10.30pm. It was C's birthday, so we all sang at him – and almost before we new it – it was midnight. 2013 wisped into the ether and a brand new year began.

Hope everyone out there in cyberland had a wonderful New Year's Eve – HAPPY NEW YEAR! 🙂

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