Charlie sitting duties are coming to a close and that puts us in wind-down mood for these last couple of days. Usual walks along the beach, an afternoon session of fishing, dinner at the golf club with Lorraine and John, cleaning and weeding.
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| "Why has this got to end" |
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| Jumping for joy. |
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| And just running on his front legs. |
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| Fishing at Patonga. There was too much water mixed in with the fish. |
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| Fishing under the bridges at Woy Woy. |
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| Lynn takes her fishing seriously. |
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| Caught something at last, a Darter. How do you cook one of these? Lynn did actually catch that darter, and after a few minutes of it diving under the water (I don't recommend catching them as they're not much of a fighter) I was able to pull the line through its feathers and it just swam away uninjured. |
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| The Spike Milligan cycle/foot bridge. |
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| The train crisscrossing the bridge kept us entertained. |
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| Charlie helping with the weeding. No, he isn't in the bucket. |
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| He enjoys close contact. No, the knife isn't in his back. |
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| Down the rabbit burrow. He likes to lick your face and he isn't getting mine. |
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| All tucked in and ready for his bedtime story. |
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