I had been itching to go fishing again, and Tracy was even more desperate to get my stinky bait out of the freezer, so I organised to sneak out when I woke up. Of course like most of my plans, it didnt quite work out that way! The two boys were up first, which woke me up, and then they were falling over with excitement at the thought of coming fishing with me. So off we went, trudging through a kilometer of sand dunes to get to the beach where I would head to a rocky outcrop I had seen the day before. The kids decided they would play on the sand dunes while I fished - only kids could find fun out of running up 60m of sand dunes and falling down them over and over again. I was puffed just watching them. I got out onto the rocks, only to find the water was absolutely crashing in and sending water 10m above my head as it hit the rocks with the force of a freight train hitting a concrete wall. Like any true fisho, i set up regardless and threw my line out, hoping for a small miracle. It didn't happen! I persisted for nearly an hour trying different methods but eventually realised it would be easier to carve my name in the rock with my bare hands than it would be to catch anything this morning.
The forecast was for 28 degrees so the rest of the day was spent by the pool. packing up tomorrow to head through Newcastle and into Mannering Park, which is a quiet little spot at the bottom end of Lake Macquarie.
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