Day 32: Up the creek...

Do not be alarmed, it is not sh*t creek to which I refer. (Not at the moment, anyway.) No, the creek we are up is Brownhill Creek. Having decided to stay on a bit longer, we had to make some arrangements. The down side is that this caravan park is fully booked, but - like the offer of a stable when there was no room at the inn - the kind manageress offered us a spot in the 'permanents' section. So, we gathered up all our goodies and moved up the creek!

Definitely not in the centre of the action anymore, but I have to say that it is a lot quieter here. Not so much coming-and-going of people and even the crows and magpies don't hangout in these trees. The 'facilities' are also older and I definitely spotted a red-back spider in the ladies' loo this afternoon. Eeeeeek! I am as yet undecided whether I should take a can of bug spray with me next time and 'sort it out', or let the little thing go about it's business. My urge to ablute has also deserted me for the time being.

As we didn't do any school work yesterday, we decided that today would be a good catch-up day. When we do the whole sightseeing bit, trying to get some schoolwork done at the end of the day is hard work. We are all tired and not really in the mood for teaching/being taught. So, Andrew hit the Maths and Sound Waves books, while Callum finished off a biggish Japanese assignment and worked on his html holiday pages website for computing.

The warmth of the afternoon drew us out to the pool, which is so cold that it nearly induces a heart attack when you get in. The only way to do it is FAST, followed by some @*#&$^%* muttering under your breath and several brisk laps. By this stage one is sufficiently warmed to loll about in the water for about 20 minutes before hypothermia sets in, at which point you get out, dry off and slowly come back up to room temperature. All very exhilarating.

There are no photos again today. I am sure those of you who check in regularly do not really want to see another picture of the boys pouring over their computers/work. We are in the process of planning our next moves, during which time we will be avid tourists again. If we don't get a bit of exercise in the next day or two, my flabby bits will get flabbier and I will have to kiss my Xena bikini goodbye. Speaking of which, here is a picture of Xena, Warrior Princess, for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about!

http://freespace.virgin.net/peter.millington1/Modern/Xena.jpg

Yep, makes the mind boggle, doesn't it?!