Last weekend marks the end of daylight savings so on Saturday night we turned our clocks back an hour before bed. Before Alexander came along, this used to mean an extra hour of sleep but this year it meant being woken up at 5am by an exuberant 2.5 yo toddler loudly declaring "It's morning!!!" So with the long day ahead of us, we decided to row down to nearby Cockle Creek to enjoy the peace and quiet.
It was a mostly cloudy day with the sun peeking through from time to time. The tide was low when we got there and on the riverbanks were rocks covered in oysters and tiny crabs crawling on the mud flats. The water was clear as day and we could see fish swimming about as we rowed along. As we came across a tidal flat, we decided to hop off to explore.
The water was comfortably warm and only came up to my knee at the deepest point. We walked around for a bit soaking in the beauty of it all. Alexander build muddy sandcastles and promptly jumped on them (isn't that the whole point of building?). It was so beautiful, so tranquil and by some luck, we had the place all to ourselves the whole time we were there.
Stu told Alexander stories about his own adventures with his brother in this lovely spot when he was young. He pointed out rocks where they used to lay crab pots and where they swam up with rocks to crack open oysters and ate them raw.
We left just as the tide started to come back in and I'm pretty sure we'll be back again very soon.