A couple of weekends ago we packed up and went camping. Actually The Surfer did the camping packing and the food shopping. I just had to get myself and JJ organised. We didn’t get to leave Adelaide until about 4pm and as the ute was being backed out of my driveway I saw water leaking out from the luggage. It turned out to be a water container leaking which meant our mattress got a bit wet but luckily I noticed it as it could have been wetter and we could have been minus some water.
We arrived at the campsite around 10pm and setup the two tents. The two boys did really well considering the late hour and we eventually got to bed. We had stopped for dinner on the way at a pub which delayed us some more.
See the flies on my son’s hoody? He had it done up like this to keep them off his face. Next time I go camping in the country I’m getting some netting to keep the flies off my face. They were way too high in numbers, and way to friendly.
But, that and the sad state of the camping toilets aside, there’s something to be said for camping. I like the change in routine. I like not being around home where I feel obligated to be doing something. There’s always something.
I had a great time catching up with friends who came away with us and friends who live nearby and nearby-ish. It’s great when you introduce friends to other friends who’ve never met but they get on very well.
The lad tried some fishing. No bites, but it was worth a shot.
There’s always some shy wildlife around the place.
Look at the holes in this. There were bees nesting in there.
I can’t help myself. I’ve got to take photos of the flora.
Apart from the flies I had a great time but we only had two full days there and it was time pack up and head back to Adelaide.
Until next time ey?