Nannaton, Papaton, Busselton.

And then there were seven.

In Busselton we have two guests join us in our adventure story, with Sam's folks flying in for a 48 hour visit. We snap lots of photos, take a day trip to Donnybrook: the apple capital of WA, walk the Busselton jetty (twice), go fishing, play lots, and cuddle lots more. We enjoy a mixed bag of meals together - caravan style with homebaked bread, picnic style when we're on the road, and even two dinners out (pure novelty for us, since our only other fine dining experience was at the Pub in Streaky Bay).  Mostly we just delight in sharing each other's company after almost three months apart before, all too quickly, its time to say goodbye.

And then - again - there were five.

Huge smiles all round at our meal together (EVEN from serious papa) - after we'd promised the kids there'd be a "couple of surprises" at lunchtime. Rikki's comment when we asked her what she thought upon opening her eyes and seeing her grandparents in the caravan- "I just kept thinking I was dreaming". 
Hard to tell who is happier.
Standing at the end of the reknowned Busselton Jetty, at 1.8km it is the longest timber jetty in the whole Southern Hemisphere. Walking it's length fills in the whole afternoon and is serious exercise, but with Nanna and Papa here, noone is complaining!
Returning to the jetty for a final morning fish.