Today’s family activity was an early morning bush walk from the Boambee Bay Resort where we are staying to the surf club at Sawtell Beach. This should have been a half-hour walk but with Alfie finding all manner of things to interest him along the way, we weren’t back until nearly lunch time. Wanting to be the best boy scout, Alfie asked if the could have in his pocket, his father’s top-of-the-range leatherman. Against all sense of reason, his father agreed and this did surprise me because Alfie had just lost the leather pouch to the leatherman so Carl could no longer clip the bloody thing onto his belt.
The reason for our first stop was him showing me where he and his father went fishing yesterday. They stood in the river, actually in different parts of the river and hoped to catch something. Anything really. But despite the fresh prawn bait, all fish avoided the temptation and it was steak for dinner again last night.
Then there was a rock tunnel that Alfie wanted to run all over from one side to the other but we’re trying to have a holiday where we don’t visit the nearest hospital so I wouldn’t let him. There was a 15-minute scene where I had to go over all the reasons why such an act had probable risks.
Then there was a steep grass hill that led down to a cliff face that he just had to go down because he said he could show me how Bear Grylls could do it and in fact, I wasn’t doing it the ‘cool way’, he was because it was the Bear Grylls way.
We went down on to the beach and were walking towards the surf club but this took an incredible amount of time because Alfie was looking for flat stones to skip into the river on our return journey. Every stone along the vast beach had to be inspected for its potential ‘skipping’ ability.
We strolled further along the beach and finally arrived at the surf club that was an excellent pit stop for fizzy drinks and ice creams. There was a surfing competition going on in enormous surf that we watched but it was overshadowed by the largest goanna I have ever seen. It must have been two metres long and it was shedding its skin, climbing trees then disappearing in the long grass and reappearing on the public path. I have written about goannas before and as far as I know, goannas don’t make a habit of attacking humans however they will defend themselves if they feel threatened – and no human will come out on top in that situation.
We then had to make the journey back to the resort and having finally made it, Carl was putting the key into the door of our apartment, and turned to Alfie and asked, ‘And where’s the leatherman?’
And Alfie turned a shade of white and replied, ‘What leatherman?’
‘What leatherman’ indeed. It is no more. Alfie has no recollection of where he might have left it.