Nicole catches crabs

Well with a headline like that you would expect something a little, shall we say, saucy, in this post? And yes, if you scroll down there will be pictures of Nicole catching crabs. But first, an intro.

After kloofing, what better thing to do than to drive 3 hours north of Cape Town in a small car and lay our bruised bodies to sleep on the nippy ground - ie go camping? None, eight of us agreed and did just that. Now, I'm soon to go on holiday for two weeks so I can't write at length about the epic tantrums of Alex, the kerosene-wick surgery of Mike, the baboon-proof snoring of Goran, Julia's wedding-ring-in-rockpool nightmares, Nicole's bespoke crustacean-capturing or Luke's amazing ability to take any conversation beneath the navel with a few well-chosen words.

Instead, I leave you with pictures. Now I'm off on a two-week holiday. No doubt I'll find some down time to blog again.

The campsite, 3 hours out of Cape Town
Catch those crabs! Using a shoelace and a ringpull?
And she did... to everybody's surprise
Dr Mike trying to find the wick
Nurse Nicole helps out
The morning after the night before