All the stereotypes about
For the last 3 days we’ve been camping on the banks of the
Today the Tarkine Lodge and attached campground cater for the streams of Grey Nomads (and the odd young family) that stream through the tiny town at about 50 per day. We’ve softened our view of Grey Nomads since our earlier blog. We’ve discovered them to be very friendly, interested, interesting and helpful. I think they’re bored and miss their grand kids. At the sight of our 3 little ferals one couple came up and offered their services as “professional grandparents” – we couldn’t accept fast enough.
After leaving Corinna this morning via “The Fatman” car barge we hoped to drive the 270km of winding road to
Reflections on camping with 3 little kids: overall fantastic fun, occasionally very challenging and fascinating watching them adapt to a very different lifestyle. With no TV and home comforts they have quickly reverted to little bush elves with bedraggled hair, a good collection of cuts and bruises and a permanent manic expression.
We’ve got way too much gear – a big cull will take place back in
Postscript to our “theft incident”: we discovered as we packed up our campsite at Blackwater Creek that our friendly local family had been getting into a bit of our stuff. One of them had tried to cut through my bike lock and had helped themselves to some batteries and had gone through some bags. But they at least came up to wave us off and Denise had even made a beautiful doily for Jane. We couldn’t get out of there fast enough (I could hear the sound of duelling banjos in the distance).
Love from Jane, Toby, Ollie, Eloise and Henry
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