Last Day in Gingerbyne

Well actually it is Jindabyne but that's what the boys call it and Kirst sometimes.  The weather was finally sensational and we lapped it up with bacon and eggs on our miniature table and chairs and a game of skip bo.  Then we each chose a travelling device- scooter, skate board, roller blades or feet and took the path into town.  Surprisingly we didn't get any tennis in today cause Arch asks for a hit every 5 minutes but we did have a fish on the lake and caught 1 nice size brown trout while trawling on a tassie devil yellow and black lure (professional talk).  Wooz and Arch got to drive the boat and breathe in the carbon monoxide and Wooz and Ian (pronounced iron) Man got their lines so tangled it looked like one big dreadlock.  Nathanial chose not to fish but gave a running commentary on how the fish in the bucket was going and when we got back we tried our luck again off the pontoon while the full moon came up over the water and Ian Man's half moon shone as he bent over and removed everything unedible off our fish.  He then cooked it up with hamburgers and sausages for a magnificent reef and beef feast followed by some tarts and farts.  What a night.  Tomorrow we leave for Pretty Beach, Ulladulla.