Monday 25 December
Denmark
Well Santa managed to find the boys. I was glad we were somewhat removed from the excitement as we found out they were awake at 5am, but weren’t out until 530am. We both needed the loo at 630am, so we joined the pandemonium of unwrapped toys and gibbering excitement. Bleary eyed, we watched as Darcy gleefully showed us his stash.
We joined in with the present giving and receiving, before the mass clean up began. Brad and Laura got busy loading up their car, filling every single inch of space and in the meantime, the rest of us began organising our traditional Christmas breakfast, croissants with ham and cheese, yum.
By 930am, we were saying goodbye to Brad, Laura, Jack and Darcy, who were ready to start their 5 hour return journey to Perth to spend Christmas dinner with Laura’s family.
It was a bit strange without them all around and I am sure Yogi was wondering what was going on. We retreated to the house, sitting in the lounge and enjoying the peace. We were pretty lazy for the next couple of hours, spending time loading on the couch and net surfing. I began going through the Christmas photos and sorting them out, as well as deactivating Mum’s extra Facebook account.
We eventually picked through some of yesterday’s left overs for lunch and then Dad decided to go and hit some golf balls. We returned to the van for a lay down and to read. We had to have the aircon on, as it was surprisingly warm.
Once rejuvenated, we began the long pack up. Paul rolled in the awning, put things in the car and in the van storage. I did a scout around of things I could put away, as well as try and reprogram the tyre sensors, it didn’t work and when we were done, we returned to the house.
Dad was keen to get out for a walk, so we piled into the Patrol and drove out toward Ocean Beach. We took the long way, as Dad wanted to do a drive by some homes that were for sale, eventually pulling in to the carpark of the dog Beach. Yogi knew where we were and was straight out of the car and leading his pack across the bridge and onto the sand.
We enjoyed the glorious weather and blue skies, as we walked knee deep through the warm waters of prawn channel, with Paul throwing the ball for the excited pooch. What a wonderful way to spend Christmas afternoon. There were plenty of other families and dog lovers out doing the same.
We returned to the car and made our way home, again it was the long way. Dad was keen to show off more of the homes, many so well hidden amongst the trees.
Once back, we gathered our drinks and nibbles and retreated upstairs to enjoy the view across the inlet. It is such a great spot to sit back relax and watch the world go by. We sat about chatting and watching yogi dog become frustrated, as he paced around below us. Dad eventually went down stairs and collected him.
We all ventured back down, just after 6pm, watching the news for a bit. The leftovers came out once again and we managed to finish off a number of dishes, finally clearing some space in the fridge. We settled in to the lounge once more. Dad Skyped the UK, allowing us to say hello to Aunty Ruth, John and Sharon, it was lovely to see them all, though Ruth was sick and looked bloody awful and apparently Nicky was in bed with the flu.
We saw the Queen’s message, a first and began watching The Royal Variety performance, but it was so lame, it drove Paul and into bed at 830pm. We settled in for our final night, a poignant moment in our travels, tomorrow evening we will be in our bedroom with all that space. It is all a bit strange really and a little sad saying goodbye to this adventure.
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