Errr....

.....nobody said mizzle was permitted. Awoke to the sound of lashing rain on the metal roof of the van, which subsequently turned into good old Scottish mizzle all day.

Despite travelling several thousand miles and pounds to get P'd on (could have stayed at home and got that for free), we ventured forth.

Nancy and Owen explored Denmark village whilst I got my head shaved by a New Zealand barber called Dallas....very nice she was too. Next we lunched at the Boston Brewery; amazing food (beer battered chips), but fairly average beer, thence to Green's Pool for some downright spectacular crashing waves (we'd prefer the sunny beach postcard view) and finally, watched the surfers at Ocean Beach.

Whilst searching for a chemical toilet tonight, I bumped into four grazing Western Grey Roos. They didn't seem to upset by my presence, so I fetched Nancy and Owen and we enjoyed watching them have their tea for a while....then it stated to piss with rain again.

It better get sunny again soon.