We walked, scrambled would be a better description, down to the creek this morning and managed to get a good walk in before the rain came through.

It is such a magical place.

I almost had a nasty fall backwards into the water when a punga I was gripping gave way. Fortunately there was a solid fallen tree which saved me from the rocks. It was a slippery, slimy slope back up but so worth it.

There are a number of perfect picnic spots and it looks as if the water will stay deep enough for summer dips.

Clary had to have a shower when we got home. She had rolled in something indescribably smelly and disgusting. Fortunately she is very good now and knows to sit down to be washed.