Adventures of a little ginger

Frolicking at Days Bay. We took a trip out a few months ago, and ended up with a completely nekkid, near-blue kid having a marvellous time on the main strip - I'd left the husband and the kid crossing the road to look at the seagulls and gone into a local gallery for a quiet nosey. I came out to passersby chortling, and the kid not quite how I'd left him. He was having a blast though which is what being a kid is all about, so what do you do? Shrug and transport the near hypothermia one home in a woolly dog-hair-covered cardi dug out of the boot of a car and send copious the-kid-has-no-nappy-on-please-please-please prayers heavenward. The next time we went back, we took togs. And a spare nappy. And took photos I could post.

The playground on the water's edge at Lyall Bay, post divine-breakfast-at-Maranui-Surf-Club-at-some-unholy-time-of-the-morning-because-it's-so-popular-you-have-to-get-there-before-the-world-including-you-wakes-up (luckily we have a 2 year old who assists us in such endeavours as getting up at revolting times).

It was absolutely freezing, and there was a southerly whipping up, but again, the kid had a marvellous time and the husband and I had had the forethought to grab a hot chocolate each before leaving the cafe, so we weren't entirely frozen solid.

The kid didn't go anywhere near this, I just remember them from when I was a kid and loved the shot.

The view from our spot in the cafe. Thank heavens they rebuilt that place after it burned down a couple of years ago. Awesomeness.

Surfer-shaped iceblocks.