Where did all the water go?

It's amazing how by Sunday evening I can only remember what happened on the weekend - the week just been is already a distant memory.  I don't think it's the wine but I can't be sure.  

Bush walking

4 ferals

We spent the weekend at our holiday house on Scotland Island.  It was a long standing arrangement so that we had something to look forward to after getting back from the UK.  We met Banjo for the first time who is incredibly gorgeous - for some inexplicable reason I don't have a single photo but he's a honey coloured staffy with a very cute face and the kids loved playing with him.  

Tom on a rope swing

It was a very windy weekend so we kept the fire burning all day Saturday just in case and instead of swimming (apart from one very "brief" dip by the 3 younger boys) we went on bush walks - finally we made it round the island which took Jules and I about 40 minutes checking out all the other houses and agreeing that John and Leanne have chosen one of the prime spots.  

Captains Underpants!

On Saturday the water pump broke and after some frenzied consultation of various manuals and the internet we discovered that the water tanks were empty so emergency hoses were set up between the Rumbolds and the neighbours tanks.  We took enough to last us until Sunday morning when we ran out again so this time we hooked into the emergency water supply and filled up the tanks properly - all part of the excitement of living on an island and we feel so lucky to be able to experience it too.  

Taken back to the mainland