Camomile's Christmas tree with presents
We arrived in Auckland 22nd December and I got busy cleaning the boat, washing bedding, making beds, filling the cupbaords and fridges with food and putting up a Christmas tree complete with lights and presents under it.
Kate, Barry, Will and Daisy arrived safely on the 24th despite Christchurch having another rumble the day before and the present pile grew bigger.
A big pile of presents
Kate and Barry on Christmas morning
Kate had done stocking for everyone
A stocking for Seabitch Sue
Christmas morning saw everyone opening presents
and one for Barnacle Bill
Barry had a stocking - or was it a pair of tights!
Daisy and Will had blowers in their stockings
Will and Daisy play with their new notebooks
When our boys were young we spent Christmas morning playing games or building lego these days the kids were busy programming their notebooks.
The table ready for Christmas dinner
I cooked Christmas dinner for 8 people in my little oven. I had a turkey on the bottom shelf with the ham sitting between it’s legs wrapped in foil. I also cooked sausages wrapped in bacon on the top shelf. Sara and Norman from Norsa joined us and brought some delicious roast potatoes and roast sweet potatoes. I also cooked carrots with peas and brocolli. Unfortunately it’s the wrong season here for brussel sprouts.
8 for Christmas dinner
Norman anchored Norsa and we tied Camomile to her. All was going well but right in the middle of our dinner something passed us very fast leaving a wash in his wake. Norsa and Camomile went into a big roll. Lucky the spreaders weren’t together but Norsa’s mast hit our rigging breaking their wind instruments. Luckily we all had lots of fenders up. Bill and Norman got things sorted and came back to join us for the fantastic fruit salad Sara had prepared to go with Barry’s clotted cream. Yum yum.
Norsa and Camomile tied together
After lunch Will decided to take a swim
go for it Will
Kate and Daisy joined him
Happy Christmas to everyone
We watched the sun set over Auckland as we drunk our sundowners