Making hay

The weather where we are is shit. No other word for it. When the inclement weather leads the news, you know it's not good. Especially for a beach holiday.

We woke up yesterday to pelting rain, disappointed that our dreams of ambling across the road to the beach and hours of splashing and playing on the sand weren't coming true. It would have been easy to get grumpy, down about it, but you can't change the weather.

As soon as there was a gap in the rain we headed to the local farmers markets. The best I've ever been to. Small but every stall bursting with flavour and all local. Skip was in heaven picking out tomatoes so ripe they're about to burst, fragrant basil (a little too fragrant for Lil), cheeses and fresh laid eggs.

Feeling good we then headed to Byron Bay. The heavens opened up again. Instead of heading to Wategoes for a swim we stopped for a coffee. Skip declaring it the best coffee he'd ever had. After we munched down some morning tea, the rain had stopped and we headed down to the beach. The waves pumping, surfers were out in force. The girls decided to try their hand in the surf having a ball.

We managed about 30 minutes of the best fun before the rain started again.

Home for lunch and a rest, just in time for the clouds to roll back once again. We grabbed rods and took the girls fishing for the first time. They were surprisingly keen.

We fished and swam until dinner time.
I was smart enough to marry a man not only interested in food shopping but who loves to cook (and is brilliant at it). I sat with a G&T and watched him turn our purchases into nibbles and dinner. The girls lay in awkward positions and watched a Barbie movie.

Yep, for a rainy miserable day we managed to squeeze every bit of fun out of it. Now please, can the rain stop and we get some sunshine??

This silly Blogger app wouldn't let me put my pix in order, so it's like a little puzzle... Enjoy!