Stingray Encounters

We woke up at 5.30 am on the first day of our camping holiday in Margaret River.  Black out blinds in the tent were not an option so we couldn’t trick Oshi into sleeping longer.  He started grumbling and wiggling at first light, patting the sides of his pop up cot to be let out.  After a little snooze session, Dan reached in and hauled him out for a cuddle but it wasn’t long before Osh began whimpering for food.  I hastily threw on some clothes,  as Dan tried to entertain bub but his hunger cries grew louder and louder.  Continue reading