Maybe it's because John left, maybe I was just in my pout mood when I got off work on Friday. I felt really tired and hungry and didn't want to talk to Richard on the way to Cambridge. We had KFC and my mood got much better. My life is ruled by food...it's not something that I am proud of.
The drive to Kinloch was very pleasant. We past a dam and an exotic forest. The road was almost empty. Ross and Bronwyn just got there before we did. We were assigned the double bed down stair with a very see through window. Natalie and Evert would sleep on this bed on Saturday and we had to sleep in the lounge as they are older. Richard felt that he's a sibling, and I was just a bit worried about his asthma attack if he sleeps on the ground.
Kinloch is a small town with holiday homes everywhere and people swimming on the beach or on a boat of their own. We walked down the beach and sat on the shore to enjoy the tranquil setting for a while. This is the life.
Stacey, Dan, Richard, and I went on the Honeysuckle with Captain Alan the next day. Our fishing lines were moving for three times but we didn't catch anything in the first run, Dan caught a big trout in the afternoon. I got the chance to steer the boat for some time, although I wasn't an export at the task. One day I will get a boat, too.
Aunt Carol arrived and told us that she didn't know which house we were staying in because she didn't get the e-mail! Oops.
I sent Alan a Tablerone and a bottle of wine, Richard gave his dad the Managh name/crest description, and Natalie made a cake for the birthday party. Aunt Carol gave her older brother an interesting book about ancient New Zealand. We had great food and I got really tired after the champagne.
Sam, Richard and I went to the beach together. We built sand castles and digged holes. It was quite warm.
I had a lot of fun in Kinloch. Happy Birthday, Alan.
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