The master fisherwoman showing the vegetarian how it is done.
Meatfest for breakfast.
Dad and Ben.
On the weekend we went camping to my grandpa’s shack in Enoch’s Point, near Eildon. It is a bit more glamourous than your regular camping (proper beds, fireplace, hot water) but not quite a five star hotel (need a four-wheel-drive to get there, toilet is over a mineshaft, FREEZING COLD). It was perfect for our first semi-camping experience with Archie. My parents and my brother ended up coming too, which made it a lot easier for us.
There was lots of fishing (Dad caught a giant trout on his fifth cast and was extremely smug all weekend), walking, baby-chasing, eating, and fire-poking. Arch had a ball. I think we will spend many more happy times up there, especially when he is a bit bigger and not as likely to try and eat every blade of grass/muddy boot/hot coal.