it's what my childhood memories of summer holidays are made of. in january, after the crop had been harvested, we'd escape the scorching summer heat of the wheatbelt. with a bunch of other farming families, we'd head en masse to the coast. often mornings were spent out on the estuary, in the boat pulling crab nets. bringing home a feed of blue mannas to cook up for lunch.
on the other side of the same inlet, sam's family stayed in their holiday house on the river. catching and eating crabs was a big part of his childhood too. out and about in the very same yellow boat you see pictured here.
then years later, in the early days of our relationship, sam and i would spend our weekends in that holiday house by the river. he'd take me out on the water to impress me with his 'boat boy' skills. we'd catch a feed of blue manna crabs. tootle upriver for a drink at the pub. then head home again, where he'd whip up a delicious meal (chilli crab was a favourite) to eat out on the deck under the stars.
now here we are, a decade and a half later. out on the water. baiting nets with beef bones. dropping them over the side of the boat in a straight line. pulling in crabs. shaking them into buckets. untangling ropes and floats. dogs and kids underfoot. a bellyful of baby. fingers being nipped. a thermos of tea. a tin of fruitcake. creating a whole new set of memories of boating and crabbing with our own children.