Holiday at South Durras

Although a little delayed (we usually go in May), the family took its annual autumn/winter trip to the coast on the weekend; and to mix it up a little, we tried something new - South Durras.

We stayed at a van park, right in the Murramarang National Park; it was very pretty, with kangaroos in the park keeping the kids amused (although only one was semi-tame - the rest were too timid to get near), and the cabin was a decent size with two bedrooms. The park uses bore water, so that was a little 'new' as well - had to make sure the kids didn't drink the water, but we all survived okay; in fact, it wasn't the water that was going to harm the health and wellbeing of the family - it was frayed nerves, sickness and sheer exhaustion - starting with an 0530hrs wakeup on Saturday morning.

I don't need to go into details after that, but Sunday morning wasn't much better and Monday - well, we just got up, went to Batemans Bay for breakfast and then straight home so Chelle could go to the doctor...

And Carter turned into an absolute terror; he became the most difficult child ever; the worst he has ever been. And it basically ruined everybody's holiday (no point beating around the bush I s'pose). Lincoln also put on some terrible behaviour also, but I'll give it to him - he sure knew when to shut the hell up when Carter was losing his nana...

Anyway, a couple of photos from the rare occasion where we actually had some fun...:

And tears as it started raining half way through building our sandcastles so we legged it back to the cabin...