Mud pie

After a stormy night and an even stormier morning, when Cousteau tried to climb in with Mr Barking and me (we were all sharing a tent), and Little Miss having a giggle about it, Mr Barking got up and walked Cousteau in the rain.

By the time we girls emerged, the rain had all but gone and the sun had decided to make an appearance.

We went in search of some wood for the fire pit and then for another walk with Cousteau.

Little Miss decided to have a mess around in the mud and then a dip in the creek to wash it all off.

We sat by the creek, reading books and skimming stones. Cousteau had a snooze in the sun.

An evening by the fire with family; what a nice way to end the day.

~Barking~