Our family spent the afternoon at Lake Leschenaultia. We didn’t take a bbq, nor did we pack a fancy picnic basket. We forgot the buckets and spades and the inflatable water toys. We forgot to pack bathers for our littlest member and I forgot my cossie top.
We did enjoy munching on sandwiches we’d brought from home. The apple and custard bready thingie Dave bought at a bakery in the morning went down a treat too. Collecting rocks into piles was fun, as was throwing them into the water and listening for the “kerplunk”.
Hiring canoes and paddling around the lake and into the reeds was brilliant. There is something very magical about paddling around on the water. A new perspective perhaps. It dawned on me that it won’t be many more years until the children are actually helpful with their paddling, and not much longer after that that they’d be able to go out paddling on their own.
Jumping off the pontoon was loads and loads of fun, if not a bit scary for all but the eldest child. And just splashing around in the fresh waters with the ducks was a good time too.
A wonderful afternoon indeedy.
Things don’t have to be perfect to be awesome.