
Although the Buck trip to Nancy (France) will forever be the benchmark upon which all holidays are judged, a close second must now involve our trip to Jervis Bay.
The cabin was 2ft square with a triple bunk and a double bed. Only cold water and no toilet helped enhance the experience. Add to that the overwhelming smell of conjealed bacon which lived with us for the entire stay and the local wildlife which pooed on almost every inch of the car. Sprinkle on a lot of rain and a temperature change which saw us in 3 layers of jumper + coat at the beach (with shorts and bear feet of course so we could paddle) and you are close to feeling our pain. The only thing left was to have our youngest son wake up at midnight, 3am, 4am and 7am every night.

AJ, Sam, Zak and Zia some of Caths work colleagues we met on holiday.