And just like that, our last morning of the getaway was upon us. We endeavored to pack in as much as we could into those last few peaceful hours.
Starting with breakfast and reading the newspaper on our little patio.
And another walk on the wooden boardwalk.
This time he brought along and made use of the binoculars we found in the cottage. He spotted a bird in a nearby tree. I forget now what kind of bird it was. Which is what tends to happen when blogging a month after the fact. Live and learn. Or, as in my case, just live and be okay forgetting the small stuff.
He’s used to me trailing behind by now and doesn’t feel the need to question it. Or look back to see if I’ve been eaten by a bear.
Soaking in the last few moments on Moonstone Beach.
We decided this wasn’t as kid-friendly a beach since it was all small little pebbles and not sand on the beach. Not as fun for the kids to dig and play here when there’s beaches much better suited for that not too far away from here.
Weird hole-y rocks.
And one last not quite successful selfie before we bid farewell to this lovely getaway.
Then we headed over to Shell Beach to treat ourselves to a couples massage before stepping back into reality.
A reality that is downright delightful because it involves this girl.
And this boy. And his other two siblings who had scampered off just then.
Because it was goat-feeding time!
Though you should know that anytime is goat-feeding time at Grandpa’s house.
It was their mission to keep the goats well-fed.
I think I can safely say mission accomplished.
Except this poor boy was having trouble reaching the leaves.
Thankfully Daddy arrived just in time to remedy that situation.
All the day long, this one.
Even the Daddy got into it.
But only so he could lure the goats close enough to then zing them on the butt with a branch. While Mikey had an SMH (shake my head) moment standing next to him. The goats didn’t come near Phil again after that.
