Racist streets still exist.

Mr. Sheppard looking dapper sunday morning.

Sunday was a popular day to be hung over.

Powell and emily after we went out for a good breakfast, even if they didn't serve us those milkshakes.

Bryce and smythe sunday morning. Everyone was early thanks to some people who decided to get up at seven and walk around the tents talking and a flock of seagulls.

Amanda enjoying something

You didn't think it could be done eh? Here is the proof, Drunk Mark passed out on my feet.

Mickey.

This was the table egg, sunday morning, it spent the weekend on the picnic table, ammo from hucking eggs at the guy driving up and down the beach on a ridiculously loud mini bike.

Unshaven Smythe, see that sand behind his ear?

Lauren with Drunk Mark, having all the grace and civility of an wild dog.

Liam and Lauren looking calm and collected.

Smythe and Lauren

Smythe and loveable little Jack, wearing Smythe's hat.

Jennie's little sister Kate

Just about the exact moment I realise what a shit show saturday night was going to turn into.

Someone running their fingers through Powell's hair.

I was lauded with the title of drunkest guy at the party by Vic.

Saturday night after I retired into drunken oblivion and was passed out on my feet Smythe was good enough to take control of my camera and get some record of events.