After fish and chips at the Boathouse in Bateman's Bay - fun and frolicking.
Stormy skies approaching.
The day's line up...."...altogether now, girls..."
A skeleton fish head, visible from the deck at the rear of the Boathouse. These seagulls always tempt you to feed them, despite the signs asking us not to.
Keiralea, having a chuckle and sporting FOUR teeth. She loves her Rabbie...
More stormy skies. Oh, do we have to leave now?
Ok, so I couldn't resist the temptation to feed the gulls. We gathered the scraps and fed them away from the other diners.
Keiralea determined to have more of her mummy's ice cream
It started to rain as we headed back home up the Clyde mountain.
I so wanted to get a good pic of Pooh Bear's cave. Alas, not. On the way down, though, we could see a dozen or more Pooh Bears having a tea party in the cave....
On the flat lands...still raining. This is why it's called the Southern Tablelands.
Dark already. Still raining, with the addition of thunder and lightening.
Try as I might, I just couldn't capture the huge streaks of lightening.
Almost home, but the rain was coming down so hard and fast that we had to pull over for about half an hour.
Finally, on the road again. Fortunately, the flash storm had not resulted in the Workshop being flooded out again. The dogs were delighted to see us, and spent the night indoors.
