Well our day starts off at 5.15am, when her with the little legs had to get up, whilst regretting the amount of grog she consumed last night. The sun is not quite up so I decide to accompany our little lady under the assumption that no one else will be up and about. Three minutes later I am caught in just my underpants in the middle of the campsite by about 10% of Coral Bay......... All I can do is wave and wish them a Merry Christmas and No there are no presents in my sack........
Back to bed whilst all around us people are starting to move from one site to another for the Xmas morning opening of presents and consumption of beer....... We later see rather too many of said people returning with a disappointed look on their faces.....
Not for us, we know what we have got, two cards to open........ One with a gift inside, thank you Mum & Dad Xx. Your gift and others will no doubt arrive sometime in January, as yesterday we got a phone call from the taxman before he finished work for the day at 13.00hrs........ Ho Ho Ho!
There we are having our Christmas Breakfast of porridge with cranberries when the camp site starts to empty with everyone going to the beach. Now being the shy reserved and conservative type, I am immediately over there to with a telescopic lens.....
Is it? It can't be! It is, it's Santa, he's just arrived on the beach by speed boat....... He's not alone, he has two bikini clad elves to help him ring his bell....... Sets camera to sports mode, five frames a second........
Off to Skeleton Beach, to swim with the Sharks, we have the beach to ourselves, no phone and it's half hours walk away from Coral Bay. Are you sure about this I get asked, "Of course I am, if it all goes horribly wrong, tell them I tripped and the insurance should pay out........." Gently does it as I enter as stealthily as possible not to frighten the 20 sharks that are swimming around searching for something to eat. One fish we see jumps and clears the water four times in succession to avoid lining a sharks stomach. I'm closing in on them 10 feet away, 8 ft, 6ft, 4ft go pro filming in outstretched arm and with a sudden flick of a tail fin, I am left in a cloud of sand, which is recorded perfectly on the camera, whilst the shark is now 20ft away. We play this game continuously for half hour or so before I concede defeat, Sharks 20, Steve 0. Then l try the stand still and wait for them to come to me game, where is their festive sprit, they approach numerous times inquisitively but when at 3-4ft they have it away on their fins as their senses are telling them, there's a plonker out here in his underpants again.......... Yuck!
As we walk back along the beach disheartened but with all limbs intact, we notice it is so much busier than before, there is now Gazebo after Gazebo lining the beach, all of which look like they have the entire contents of a Tesco Express inside, one even has a 15ft inflatable Santa Clause outside it and then there's the man singing "it will be lonely this Christmas" sitting on his own, reading his book.........
Once back we view video after video of suspended sand particles in the sea and decide on Xmas lunch of a toasted tuna sandwich, which I eat in its entirety, no leftovers for tomorrow's curry........ What would you like to drink, I am asked by the chef as she is watching family after family opening their eski's for a cold drink, arriving at the beach by car with cans or glasses already in their hands, wandering around camp with a can or bottle in their hands and I reply, a nice cup of Rosie lea, please.
We decide on a post lunch walk to burn off the Xmas lunch excesses, follow me, I've never been in the scouts...... Up over the dunes we go taking our lead from Google maps, only they don't show fences....... See it wasn't that hard I say as she manages to stay upright after dismounting a wobbly old metal gate, we then follow a path to the boat ramp, during which time the tide has turned. Half hour later we walk back along the shoreline, fine at first but then after causing consternation amongst the Christmas crab community, we are looking at getting our feet wet, unless of course. See I knew you could do it, I'm not that heavy after all, I say to the lady who is huffing and puffing........
Back to bed whilst all around us people are starting to move from one site to another for the Xmas morning opening of presents and consumption of beer....... We later see rather too many of said people returning with a disappointed look on their faces.....
Not for us, we know what we have got, two cards to open........ One with a gift inside, thank you Mum & Dad Xx. Your gift and others will no doubt arrive sometime in January, as yesterday we got a phone call from the taxman before he finished work for the day at 13.00hrs........ Ho Ho Ho!
There we are having our Christmas Breakfast of porridge with cranberries when the camp site starts to empty with everyone going to the beach. Now being the shy reserved and conservative type, I am immediately over there to with a telescopic lens.....
Is it? It can't be! It is, it's Santa, he's just arrived on the beach by speed boat....... He's not alone, he has two bikini clad elves to help him ring his bell....... Sets camera to sports mode, five frames a second........
Off to Skeleton Beach, to swim with the Sharks, we have the beach to ourselves, no phone and it's half hours walk away from Coral Bay. Are you sure about this I get asked, "Of course I am, if it all goes horribly wrong, tell them I tripped and the insurance should pay out........." Gently does it as I enter as stealthily as possible not to frighten the 20 sharks that are swimming around searching for something to eat. One fish we see jumps and clears the water four times in succession to avoid lining a sharks stomach. I'm closing in on them 10 feet away, 8 ft, 6ft, 4ft go pro filming in outstretched arm and with a sudden flick of a tail fin, I am left in a cloud of sand, which is recorded perfectly on the camera, whilst the shark is now 20ft away. We play this game continuously for half hour or so before I concede defeat, Sharks 20, Steve 0. Then l try the stand still and wait for them to come to me game, where is their festive sprit, they approach numerous times inquisitively but when at 3-4ft they have it away on their fins as their senses are telling them, there's a plonker out here in his underpants again.......... Yuck!
As we walk back along the beach disheartened but with all limbs intact, we notice it is so much busier than before, there is now Gazebo after Gazebo lining the beach, all of which look like they have the entire contents of a Tesco Express inside, one even has a 15ft inflatable Santa Clause outside it and then there's the man singing "it will be lonely this Christmas" sitting on his own, reading his book.........
Once back we view video after video of suspended sand particles in the sea and decide on Xmas lunch of a toasted tuna sandwich, which I eat in its entirety, no leftovers for tomorrow's curry........ What would you like to drink, I am asked by the chef as she is watching family after family opening their eski's for a cold drink, arriving at the beach by car with cans or glasses already in their hands, wandering around camp with a can or bottle in their hands and I reply, a nice cup of Rosie lea, please.
We decide on a post lunch walk to burn off the Xmas lunch excesses, follow me, I've never been in the scouts...... Up over the dunes we go taking our lead from Google maps, only they don't show fences....... See it wasn't that hard I say as she manages to stay upright after dismounting a wobbly old metal gate, we then follow a path to the boat ramp, during which time the tide has turned. Half hour later we walk back along the shoreline, fine at first but then after causing consternation amongst the Christmas crab community, we are looking at getting our feet wet, unless of course. See I knew you could do it, I'm not that heavy after all, I say to the lady who is huffing and puffing........
Merry Xmas to you all, hope your day is as special as ours was as we have never had a Xmas Day like this one before and possibly won't have another one unless, New Zealand
Festive playmates
Smile, say Fiiiiiiish.......
It'll be lonely this Christmas, lonely and ...............
Santa with Shades..........
Motorhome Decorations........
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