Next to the echidnas were a couple of Tasmanian devils, in separate cages, of course.
Since the surf isn't really providing, we have to come up with our own amusments, beach tag, long jumping contests, foolish capers:
One of the autoprops. These are so nice looking that it seems a shame
that they spend the rest of their life underwater.
I stopped taking pictures about here. Just too nervous to hold a camera. Imagine lifting the brand new house you have just bought up into the air. The crane guys were almost callously casual about it. "No Worries, mate."
Fortunately, Karin was composed enough to carry on.