spent extended time with the whanau in gorgeous surrounds, courtesy of Grandad Pete and Grandma Sha's lovely garden...
and indulged in the finest of local fruit produce, courtesy of Great Aunt and Uncle Jan and Miha's plum trees.
The Stony Bay camp ground might have looked like the setting from Deliverance at night...
but it was actually idyllic during the day...
although remnants from the previous evening's festivities could sometimes be spotted. No-one mention trailer trash.
Maud decided to ignore Mistress Anna going slightly crazy due to her daughter's new, unimproved, sleep routine, consisting of waking for midnight feasts, breakfasting with the dawn chorus, and other, random ("keep Mum on her toes"), night-time screaming surprises.
Global warming felt a long way off with the temperature often matching a lovely Sydney winter's day: raincoats out for Christmas Day and woollen cardies and hats on Boxing Day no less.
Fortunately the weather warmed up for camping, where a lack of electricity, running water and flushing toilets were no impediment to a bloody fentestic time. As cousin Tamati would say: Those All Blacks are choice bro!
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