Fraser Island, in Queensland. One of my favouritest spots in the world.
Hubby and I have visited dozens of times, and explored pretty much everywhere, however we’ve never managed to get past Ngkala Rocks, and so have missed out on the view from the northernmost tip of the largest sand island in the world.
Not so on our most recent holiday. There with close friends, we made it past Ngkala Rocks, and kept on driving.
And made it! Photo below as proof!
On the return journey, we stopped to catch some beachworms for bait. Miss12, who’d been snarky all day because she’d wanted to go south to Eli Creek, instead of north to Sandy Cape, was surprised to see the length of the first worm Hubby caught – 80cm, at least.
She and I were sitting in the car, with everyone else outside, when I thought I’d try a psychological trick.
“I reckon you’d be good at that,” says I. “You’re good at catching lizards – catching beachworms is kinda the same thing.”
Cogs whirred. The arguments poured out ‘they’ll bite me instead of the pipi’ ‘it’s cold’ ‘I don’t want to get my feet wet’ but meanwhile we watched Hubby catching more – all a similar size. The focus of the arguments changed. ‘There’s no point now; there’s not much time left’ ‘I don’t have a pipi’ and then I let loose with the clincher.
“I’ve only ever caught maybe one or two beachworms in my life. I’m not very good at it. Oh well.”
I know my kid well. There was nothing for it but Miss12 was out of the car and into it. She even let me teach her how to get a pipi out of its shell!
Close on an hour later, the beachworm hunters returned; Miss12’s face wreathed with smiles.
Clever Mummy, says I. Perfect day indeed.
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