This morning was marked with trying on the old wetsuits. Very scary. My hubby had his from his glory days of surfing and the rest of the family had them too. Bert simply had to see if his would still fit or if the arm would fall off from dry rot when putting it on. I on the other hand, was trying to find one that might work for me. Ann said to try hers, but she is about one half of me and after one quick glance at the opening for trying it on, that idea was out. Then on to Jax's. By now it was clear that I was not meant to fit into the Pohl family. :) It went on with much effort. The legs, which were supposed meet the ankle, where more like mid-calf. The arms, mid-forearm. Bert did get it zipped, and it seemed like a winner (a tight winner) until he deflated my bubble by asking me if I could touch my toes. "Of course I can! But I don't think the wetsuit would agree...." So now we have to see about a rental.

All of this is because next week the whole Pohl Family (except for Jax and Brian) hope to go on holiday to Robe. Without Robe as the destination, no Pohl holiday would be complete.

It is a little surfing/fishing village about three hours south of here. Mostly forgotten by the rest of Australia, Robe still maintains the cosy atmosphere we all crave for getaways. So off we go.