we decided to go and check out the locals favourite fishing/camping hole (different to our Special Secret Fishing Spot), downstream from our favourite swimming spot. The rain from the previous days would mean that the water would be roaring over the falls, and we hadn't ever seen this before.
The water was rushing over the causeway not far from the water fall. Kids were entranced.
From the top, we couldn't really see the big part of the falls, but we could certainly HEAR it, so armed with fishing rods, scampered down the goat track below falls for some nature appreciation and an attempt at fishing.
Not Niagra by any means, but in perspective, the creek itself was pretty full, the second tier of water would normally have another six foot drop when not so full. Still, a special spot in our part of the world.
although all we caught was each others lines and snags. Or until we had decided the fish would need goggles to see the bait and the water looked better for swimming in...suddenly the keenest fisherwoman actually DID catch a fish!
After that, a swim was the order of the day, in the gentle waters near the edge.
And slightly sunkissed and wearied from our morning of excitement, we went home carrying our one fish, which dad prepared and cooked for the fish-catcher, who declared it DE-LISH-OUS! (although Dad wasn't as complimentary, it being a fairly ordinary sort of eating fish)
I think we should have more Sundays like this...