If I was working for anyone else I would be sacked. Often. Last week we got away twice for a total of four days. Dear oh dear. This is no way to be a grown up.
B and small Z and I headed off East on a caravan odyssey for 2 days. We heard that Powllet River caravan park was good. Secluded, beachy, interesting… survey says ‘Bah Arrrr’. We paid up, had a look around then left. The guy in the office took my name and said, “jeez mate, thank god for an Aussie name” (my name is Adams, my grandfather is English). The place felt sad in a survivalist “what a man needs is food, water and ammunition” kinda way.
We went to Newhaven and booked into the caravan park there. Tres cool!.
A jumping hill. A thing you clamor over, roughly the size of Ayers rock, that is full of air. Lots of little kidz for Z. An empty clean, safe swimming beach.
Ok, I know it sounds a bit parent – esque but I really liked it and it was close to San Remo where we hung out the next day.
Good to get away and stack some beans on.