When the B was small a large group of us would take our kids
away every NYs to a friend’s private beach. And by private I mean that access
was only possible by a death defying ride down a sheer cliff on the farm bikes.
We did however have a cabin for cooking, a power supply and
a shower. Again by power supply I mean a diesel powered generator, which was
only used at night for lighting the cabin where we all gathered to take turns
charging up our phs and laptops. The shower was a triumph of womanly ingenuity
as one day when the guys were out fishing we constructed it out of bits of wood
corrugated iron sheeting and a solar shower bag hung off the side of the cabin.
But the sight of 5 kids in a giant claw footed bath in the
middle of a paddock with the beach behind them is so romantic it somehow makes
you forget that you spent the previous day digging a new long drop!
The best part about teens disowning you is that you no
longer have to spout clap trap about getting back to basics and next time I go
camping it better be in a bubble tent in France otherwise I will throw a bigger
tantrum than a 3yo who’s been forced to give up the decaying cow bones
they just found in the creek.
