When I was young, going camping for a week meant taking only what could fit in my two hands and a backpack.

Sometimes I didn't even take a tent. Because I wanted to learn how to make survival shelters. Because I was going to be a Special Ops sniper-ninja when I grew up.

Then I grew up. And then I met D-Missus, and then camping meant cramming two day's worth of crap gear into a two-door Honda Prelude. Then we needed more room, so we got a four-door hatch-back.

Now we have a big ass sedan and a big ass trailer, and the first thing I think about when I get to a camp ground is Where do I plug in the beer fridge?

We don't even make real fires with that wood stuff anymore. We have gas cookers.
And our tent is almost as big as our house.

And we still need a bigger vehicle to carry all this crap we keep adding.

We're now thinking about getting a caravan. Or a bus. Or selling a child.
Or maybe just buying a holiday home, so we can just leave all our junk there and simply get in the car and go on a Friday night.

We just found a spot we would buy in after we collect our future Lotto winnings.

It has a surf beach and a lagoon for kayaking and a mountain and great fishing and nice spots for cycling and it hasn't been totally invaded by Dorklanders. Yet.

After the girls went to bed on the first night there, I lay on the bonnet of my car and gazed at all the twinkling little stars. And the McNaught comet .

I'm not going to say where it is.

But here are a couple of pictures.

The campground is for sale.

I'm so sick of finally finding great coastal camping spots and then having the fuckers sell up on us.

So when my 30 million in winnings is safely in my account, I'm going to buy the camp ground and then build a big house and a big Fuck Off fence around the property. Patrolled by guard tigers. With lasers strapped to their heads.

Yeah.

Anyway. So that's why I haven't been around much. That was our second Public Holiday/Long Weekend in a row.

Rock. On.

Sucks to be you.

The renovations have also been taking up a lot of my time. I've dug so many holes lately that I've started to feel like a mole digging in a hole, digging up my soul, now, going down, excavation…

I've also had to undig holes.

Anyway. Sooner, or later, but hopefully sooner than later, the house will be finished and sold and then we won't have to worry about house-related worries for several months, when we start looking for a new place.

In other news, I have been excused from the dreaded looming jury duty.

Because I will be in hospital for a check-up on that day.

Yay.

Or something.