The ferry took about half an hour...bob and corina stayed in the shade downstairs while we braved the sun upstairs. it was a lovely trip, if a little windy and occasional moments of fear thinking the overexcited children were about to tip over the edge and into the water. we were, however, safely deposited at iluka and the ferry went on, jazz musicans twiddling away on board to treat the remaining passengers to their sunday jazz cruise
the courtesy bus was waiting for us and we all crammed in, kids sitting on laps, for the trip to the pub. it only took a few mins but probably would have a been bit much for all of us to walk, especially in the midday heat. we all disembarked at the water's edge and the kids went straight in for a dip...zara threw the gauntlet down so i followed her in and we all had a great time swimming with the kids. (i'll blog that separately later). James lounged on the pier, master of all he surrveyed (yeah, right).
after working up an appetite, we nabbedd a table outside the pub. we felt like right locals me and james as we must have waved hello to half of the other customers. it has been said, however, that being considered an iluka local is not a flattering description due to the rather, er, isolated nature of the community.
Lunch arrived and it was the usual enormous portions of food at ridiculously low prices. i think Oz could give
bob and corina decided to take the courtesy bus back whilst the rest of us were game enough to try the waterside walk back. it was probably a little further than anticipated and a little hotter than advisable, but it was still picturesque...i took photos all the way along back to the ferry and will blog them too later.
The jazz was still going strong on the return trip so that was fun...we all arrived back in yamba, tired, full of food and glad to have spent our time in such a pleasant spot
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