Having plenty of fun at Cliff Heads with my wonderful campin' neighbours. Michael & Marg next door happened by while I was giving Honey & Smokey their monthly hair styling, so I gave Toby the doodle a hair cut in exchange for a delicious home-caught calamari lunch in their cute little caravan. Squid jigging techniques rapidly moved on to 12 volt systems, followed by an intensive discussion on when and if dogs should be allowed to sleep on or in a bed.
Later caught up with Michael out at the point so we had a big walk & explored the labyrinth of limestone caves. Our knowledge of geology exhausted after a few seconds ("Hmm, erosion!" "That's a big rock!"), we passed a pleasant couple of hours talking about life, camping and other satisfying topics.
Honey has moved into their campsite as Marg gives the dogs little treats. Smokey, unimpressed by all the dog activity, has retired to the roof of the bus. The extreme nomads at the big rig end have not moved from their site in 2 days and may in fact be dead in their matching chairs.
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| Cold mountain dog on limestone cliffs |
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| If it was any smaller the lap pool wouldn't fit |
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| Mountain dog defends its cave against camping neighbour Michael |
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