There was no sign of Barbara Windsor's thighs this weekend when we went away on the first Sydney Duthies family camping trip. We had a ball, the kids loved it, the weather was brilliant until the morning we left (when the black clouds gathered and it actually started to rain as we shut the boot) and the campground was in a top spot right behind a beautiful surf beach with a creek, ducks, pelicans, rock pools and headland walks. We arrived early on Friday afternoon and were given a pitch at the closest possible point to the beach, right on a lovely creek where a family of ducks waddled past.
While Scarlett and Rob pitched our fantastic new tent, Flo and I did all the food and wine shopping, and we had time for a swim in the lovely campground pool before a picnic dinner of roast chicken and then put the kids to bed so we could sit back and listen to the surf. Poor old Zoe and Paul arrived closer to 9pm with a very tired Sam and Bronte, and Paul had to pitch the tent in the dark. On Saturday we woke to a mixed day weather wise, dark clouds looming, but they soon cleared and, after a full English, cooked in the spotless camp kitchen, we were on the beach and in the surf catching waves.
Is there anything better? We spent our days divided between beach and pool, taking turns playing with the kids, taking them on walks and shouting at them to come back when they were about to disappear from sight at the end of the creek. Our evenings were all about chatting, eating and drinking, before snuggling up in our sleeping bags. Absolute bliss. Scarlett and Sam always play so well, whenever they are together, apart from the odd fight, it's great fun for them and us.
This morning, while the boys packed up and Flo snoozed, I took Scarlett and Sam for a creek walk for stone skimming, fish and duck chasing and mud wading.
We all agreed it was such a successful trip, we'd like to try to fit another trip in before winter, and have at least two more planned for next spring/summer. I can see an annual event coming on. Any takers?
There was no sign of Barbara Windsor's thighs this weekend when we went away on the first Sydney Duthies family camping trip. We had a ball, the kids loved it, the weather was brilliant until the morning we left (when the black clouds gathered and it actually started to rain as we shut the boot) and the campground was in a top spot right behind a beautiful surf beach with a creek, ducks, pelicans, rock pools and headland walks. We arrived early on Friday afternoon and were given a pitch at the closest possible point to the beach, right on a lovely creek where a family of ducks waddled past. 
While Scarlett and Rob pitched our fantastic new tent, Flo and I did all the food and wine shopping, and we had time for a swim in the lovely campground pool before a picnic dinner of roast chicken and then put the kids to bed so we could sit back and listen to the surf. Poor old Zoe and Paul arrived closer to 9pm with a very tired Sam and Bronte, and Paul had to pitch the tent in the dark. On Saturday we woke to a mixed day weather wise, dark clouds looming, but they soon cleared and, after a full English, cooked in the spotless camp kitchen, we were on the beach and in the surf catching waves.
Is there anything better? We spent our days divided between beach and pool, taking turns playing with the kids, taking them on walks and shouting at them to come back when they were about to disappear from sight at the end of the creek. Our evenings were all about chatting, eating and drinking, before snuggling up in our sleeping bags. Absolute bliss. Scarlett and Sam always play so well, whenever they are together, apart from the odd fight, it's great fun for them and us.
We all agreed it was such a successful trip, we'd like to try to fit another trip in before winter, and have at least two more planned for next spring/summer. I can see an annual event coming on. Any takers?
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