Sunday at the Weir

We were going to go out to Narrandera to the place at the lake where we usually go but Phill got distracted and took the wrong road somehow and we ended up at Berembed Weir.  The weir is fuller than we've ever seen it after all the rain we've had and it was odd in a way to see moving water after so many years of creeks and rivers reduced to trickles.  We set up camp on the riverbank and Phill soon had a fire going.

We had sausages and rissoles with onions and ketchup on bread rolls.

Yes we still have the coathanger for an aerial.

There was a picnic ground with facilities at the top of the weir, but not where we were at the bottom.  Guess what he was doing behind that tree?

The kids did explore and run around and get dirty on the riverbank but sure enough they were soon in the car watching a movie in the Ipod.

Dad took the kids down the steep wall of the weir.

There came a time when a big tree just wasn't going to do the job.

On the other side of the weir are sandy beaches.  It was a long drive to get there so we stayed put but I have fond memories of a Fathers' Day long ago when we had an idyllic afternoon with a bbq and chocolate cake and swimming in the river.  Next time, once the weather is warmer, we'll go back there. 

 It was so lovely to be out in the bush, with nobody around on a rare warm and sunny Winter Sunday afternoon.

The Murrumbidgee River, on which the weir is built runs all the way to South Australia.