Sep 25, 2007

Sandflies

By now the shortcomings of insect repellents were becoming obvious as people were starting to itch, then scratch, then itch more, then complain, then scratch, then itch, then complain more and more bitterly about the little bastard sandflies that had mysteriously been able to cover us all in a patchwork of little poxes.

It's all a bit hazy as one day flowed into another but I think that this day, which was probably Wednesday, involved a trip to the beach (surprise surprise) and some culinary delights courtesy of the local restaurant which we have frequented when camping here.

We looked at reflections of the moon in the water. "That's a reflection of the moon in the water" Eloise almost said, probably.

Not to mention the grandmother of all fires in which we burned a great deal of what remained of loose branches dotted around the campsite. Environmentally friendly? Ha.

The next day was our last and it was with some regrets that we collapsed the tents, packed them away efficiently and legged it.

We stopped at Maroochydore on the way back and walked the dogs on North Beach. I forgot to put on my sunscreen and was a little pink afterwards. Chris and Nicky decided to hang around and go camping. They followed us up the access road from the beach and we saw them turn off into a hotel.

We exchanged knowing looks.

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