Following the wedding in Armidale, Gill and I had intended to come back to Sydney and then fly up to Port Macquarie for a few days (which is only a couple of hours from Armidale on the NSW mid-north coast) to join the 'Asburke' clan. However, as Gill resigned from her job before Christmas there was no reason for us to need to head back south, so we decided to trade in our flights and drive straight to Port, and extend our holiday there. We had a couple of wet days, and the most amazing storm I've ever witnessed, but otherwise it was warm and dry. Fortunately, the day when it hit almost 46 degrees in Sydney (and it was similar only around 10km inland from Port), where we were on the coast was only around 30. The week involved lots of doing nothing. And a bit of fishing, too.
lunch
Gill with Bryce (and Patrick behind)
View from our hotel balcony
The boys go fishing
(apart from these two)
Grandpa: "Can you hear that Patrick?"; Patrick: "No, what?". Grandpa: "Exactly. No women talking. That's what fishing is about"
Oh yes, and the other point to going fishing
Meg and Denise
A surprise for Gill on her birthday at our hotel
Gill's 29th birthday dinner
A serious seafood platter
Finally, just to show how much fun you can have with a few clothes pegs....
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