Over the Christmas break I headed north to Ledge Point for a couple of days bush camping with mum and nonna. Some other chaps met up with us, some for a day on the beach and some for a night or two camping as well. We did a bit of fishing and managed a few small whiting and herring but nothing more.
A bunch of highly intelligent professors thought it would be funny to light a flare off at night into the dunes. As expected it started a fire which then spread towards town due to the blustery winds. The fire brigade had to come out to fight it and luckily later into the night the winds died off and it was under control. It pissed off the locals and the ranger pretty good. Over the next couple of days the ranger was pretty cranky, giving people fines and stuff. Can’t blame him I suppose when he needs to cater for the all the thoughtful intellectuals who start fires and leave rubbish behind.
Apart from the fire and cranky ranger we had a jolly good time. I’ve always said that you feel a million dollars when camping out in the bush and this was verified by nonna who said her aching bones and arthritis seemed to subside whilst camping out. Just another reason why we should all be doing a lot more camping!