That’s the plan anyway. It all depends on the weather. Right now outside my window it’s dark grey and gloomy and the rain has been falling steadily all day. Working at a primary school this means big puddles and muddy fields which are, of course, children’s adventure playgrounds. Hence lots of grubby but happy children needing clean underwear and shorts. Sigh
The long range weather forecast for the weekend is looking a little grim but hey, as we all know, weather forecasts are hardly ever right.
The book suggests we go beachcombing, which I’m guessing means to go and find cool stuff on the beach. That’s what I’ll be doing anyway. I love collecting shells and bits of driftwood (and my husband just loves dragging them all home again and watching them collect dust in the backyard. Not.)
I made this cool little cabinet last year. Bought it for $10 at an op shop. It was a nasty shiny dark brown colour, so I primed it with a smooth surface coater then painted it a pretty shade of cream. I have shells stuck on the front and sides in patterns. On the top I sprayed it with a glue spray and then sprinkled sand all over it and sprayed it again with the glue. Then I hot glued some shells on the top in a pretty koru design and hey presto! A cute little beachy cabinet. At the moment it’s in my dining/kitchen area with a little fern and a few treasured beach collections.
I’ve enticed hubby to the beach with the promise of some fishing, although this is a little bit of a sore subject with him, on account of catching bugger all over the last few years. At one point he even seriously started to believe there were no fish left in the sea whatsoever.
Luckily at Christmas he caught one. It was only teensy but it swallowed the whole bait/hook setup so they only way to get the hook back out again unfortunately killed it. Then I caught a fish and it was ten times as big! Ok maybe three times. But still much, much bigger.
There is some debate over who gets the credit for this catch to as I was holding my hubby’s rod at the time. I had to because he was casting baiting and casting mine. I can cast, but it only flies out about two metres and then plops into the sea. He can cast the line hundreds of meters so it makes sense for him to do it right? And seeing he’s doing that, he may as well bait the line as well. He huffs sometimes that he spends all his time baiting and casting while I get to stand there doing the fun part, the fishing. Whatever.
All I know is that I did all the hard work getting the monster fish out of the ocean. My arm muscles (or lack thereof) were in agony trying to reel it in, so in the end I walked backwards way up into the sand dunes and dragged it out of the water. As soon as it was flapping on the beach I started yelling down to hubby to “hurry up and grab it before it manages to swim away again”, but he just stood there, embarrassed, shaking his head and saying “Please come down out of the sand dunes.”
So fingers crossed for some good weather this weekend! 🙂