The sounds of serious screaming woke us up along with cries of “I think I’m going to die”, “the pain, the pain!”
Caleb had some serious tummy pains and wasn’t handling it very well. His cries were very melodramatic and that coupled with his heavy breathing made it very hard for us to give him the adequate attention and refrain from laughing as attentive adults are supposed to do. 
We managed to convince him to get on the toilet, stop waking up the whole caravan park and to sit until something happened. Which it eventually did. He was shivering and very pale. We wrapped him up warm and put him back to bed. He slept on and off for the next few hours and woke up again declaring himself fixed. 
He mentioned how lucky we were that Ray is actually a doctor (?!?) and he was able to fix him. Ray puffed out his chest and happily took the compliment.
Mystery illness dealt with, we ventured into the town of Port Lincoln. A town which had resisted the shopping centre mentality and which is still a delightful warren of street shops. It was pleasant walking along the foreshore where they have a life size cast of Makybe Diva the accomplished race horse. There was no mention of it on the plaque, but perhaps the horse or owners originated from here? We weren’t sure. 
We spent the afternoon at Coffin Bay on the other side of the Penninsula. Another fishing village. Ray was impressed with the size of the fish heads that we saw (and smelt) lying on the boat ramp. If the fish heads are that big, the bodies must have been impressive. Ray drove us from bay to bay. I was feeling a bit lethargic and so was happy to sit and look. 
We returned to the van because I had washing to do but I was so unmotivated that I didn’t get to it. The boys were lucky to get dinner made and I fell into bed uber tired. Not sure why doing nothing is exhausting? It makes me wonder how I ever coped working full time and doing everything else that a family demands of you. Maybe I’ll blame it on the fresh sea air!