Devonport, New Zealand
The whole troop headed down to Cheltenham Beach undeterred by the rather overcast start to the day. Mum and Erica built sandcastles for Charlie to destroy whilst the men folk and myself had a refreshing Christmas day swim. Once dry and de-sanded we moved base camp up to the top of the neighbouring North Head and cracked open the sparkly and the picnic. If it wasn't for the fact we were all missing absent family members it would have been an idyllic day. The sun...