Some of my best memories as a child are when we would be out camping. The different things you would see and do. I laugh with my kids about the stupid things that we did and saw on these adventures; the really weird guy that lived over the sand dunes who wore a creepy wooden mask - he made my two older cousins and I run for our lives!! Then there was the lady who came running down the hill because her camp was on fire, back in those days there were no mobile phones and we were in the middle of nowhere! She was screaming for someone to call the fire brigade, so my uncle picked up his shoe and pretended to call! And then there was the spot on the Murray River that we camped at one year, that ended up being a cow paddock!! This heard of cows would come down to the river every morning for a drink!

Oh yes, they were the days ... So I have been banging on about taking the kids camping for years. Nik and I had taken Mik a few times over new years ... (there's some more memorable stories there!) but since Zarah was born I brushed it off and put it in the too hard basket; especially once Lex and Nate came along.