We have had a few days at Moonta Bay where I grew up. Mel came and had some adventures.
I had to convince him that a Monkee made of knit might not be able to swim very well. He went to the end of the diving board and thought about jumping off.
Moonta Bay has a salt water swimming pool it is an area of water netted off along the jetty.
I convinced him to come back off the diving board and just sit and look at the water.
We then ventured further out the jetty. Mel thought he might be able to catch us some tea (it's amazing how obliging men can be when you want to use their fishing rods as props).
He sat and looked out to sea.
He wanted to touch the crabs but I said that they bite so he just peered into the bucket.
We went down on the rocks
He sat on the stairs
He made friends with the local wild life.
I showed him a little cave I played in as a child.
Later at the beach house he looked fondly back over the jetty then in true Mel style
he was having an afternoon drink or 3