No weather for camping

We were supposed to go camping this weekend with two other families, and as the weather forecast looked a bit grim we decided to camp close to home in a national park in the city. By Thursday we were on our 3rd day of rain and the other two families, alongwith my own husband, pulled out. I was still determined as I had in my head that was how we would be spending the weekend. I waited until the last possible moment - midday on Saturday - and in spite of big dark rain clouds forming overhead decided that Scarlett and I would go alone with our 2-man tent.  We stopped off in leafy Lane Cove for sausages, bread rolls, salads and cheap wine and then made haste for the Lane Cove River Tourist Park  on the edge of Lane Cove National Park as I was keen to get the tent up before the rain came down. On the way there, the mobile rang and it was Julia calling to say Rich was on his way with their eldest daughter Ella. So the four of us made a blended camping family and had a right laugh. We hired bikes and rode them into the national park alongside the river and in the evening after dinner went on a hilarious torchlight wildlife tour through the park. The tour was notable for the distinct lack of wildlife. After 20 minutes we eventually saw two possums - big whoop - and later someone else on the tour - not the inept guide - spotted a bandicoot sniffing around someone's campervan.  Hilarious. Richard and I put the girls to bed and then sat up chatting with bottle of Penfolds.  On Sunday with still not a spot of rain having fallen we had breakfast and again headed off on bikes down to the boatshed hoping to rent a kayak or canoe. Unfortunately due to the clocks going back here we were there more than an hour before it opened so Ella and Scarlett had to make do with sitting in a tethered boat. Still it was a beautiful morning and all very Swallows and Amazons. We packed up and left for home mid morning regrouping for a late lunch at ours in the afternoon. Meanwhile Rob was having a wonderfully easy time at home with Florence, drinking gin, eating fillet steak and smoking fags. I know - that's what I said.