Despite feeling as coordinated as a dugong attempting to beach itself on land, she wobbled her way to a standing position and once gaining her balance, felt a sense of calm she hadn’t felt all weekend.

With six children to wrangle between them, there was finally a sense of relaxation and peace as the Mummies paddled their way through dead tree stumps and negotiated ski-boat wake, leaving the Daddies on the shore to fend for their offspring and themselves for an hour.

(Photo: From L-R Nardia, Mrs Benno and Mrs Wurf | a life like ours)