Our second Wooli day is earmarked for more canoeing fun, but after a morning cycle (in mother duck formation... dad, benji, rikki, jack, mum) an unexpected wave of exhaustion washes over us instead and in the absence of any nannas within a coo-ee to lend a hand, we resort to the next best thing: the lunchtime-to-bedtime-DVD-a-thon. Two meals, three kids, four movies. No shame, no pain. Adventurers gotta do, what adventurers gotta do.
|Tropical trees, sunshine... but movies in the annex are more enticing, while mum reads and dad shloofs.|