And then it finally ended

There was an alarm.
There was a hangover.
There was a pair of red suede boots.
There was a family shivoo at an uncivilised hour on the wrong side of the bridge.
There was a navigational crisis.
There was a bumper-meets-bumper-on-a-Mosman-morning incident.
There was sun and water.
There was salt-cod for breakfast.
There was a wholesome stroll up a hill narrowly evaded by virtue of inappropriate footwear.
There was a beagle pup and a groodle and an Irish setter and an afghan.
There was an insufficient supply of Bäsler Leckerli.
There was a too brief nap in the sun.
There was the fish-markets and pickled octopus to taste.
There was another family do.
There was more sun and water.
There was fruity wine.
There was talk of catching sharks with utes.
There was a solution to it all. (Pictured.)