Our campsite was a beautiful private property along a river in the tablelands west of the blue mountains. The children were off at the barest crack of dawn, and came back with excited tales of kangaroos, birds, and a possible platypus sighting.
The river had just enough current to carry an air mattress for rides.
Jamie set up a ropes course.
Most kids found it easier to cross with shoes. Mairen is not most kids.
Each family had responsibility for one meal- this worked very nicely.
There were horses, walking right through the campsite! This is Mairen's idea of heaven.
There were cricket lessons. Literal lessons, and cultural ones. Did you know, to say something is 'cricket' is to say it's fair? If it's not cricket... it's not fair. Stemming from the history as a gentleman's game?
And lessons in retrieving the cricket ball from a fetch-happy border collie.
Many more pictures on Flickr.