Granny Camp number 3
has just finished.
We were one Granny and one Grandchild down.
It was still lots of fun...but just not the same.
First off...the mandatory walk along the creek track.
There was creek fun on day one.
Some people love to pose for photos.
The burning off amnesty
allowed for a bonfire...
Though the fire was a bit hot for comfort.
After a dinner of locally grown roast beef
and veggies from the garden
we set about finding out what is inside
and a digital camera.
All the keys were popped off an old keyboard.
Putting them back, in the right places, filled some time.
Two of the campers showed amazing persistence,
completely dismantling a digital camera
and oohing and aahing over its insides.
Bath, then bedtime books on the huge communal bed
made from couch cushions and mattress.
And then perchance to dream.
Fire proved a draw card again, on Day Two.
Three little campfires were built and lit.
Keeping them alight kept four small persons very busy.
Although, there was time to sit and admire your fire.
...and time for morning tea too.
Back to the creek to conquer the rope swing
...and your nerves.
Spectators were welcome.
We all made pasties from the veggies left over
from last night's roast.
It was voted the 'Best Meal'.
A dance party filled the evening before we fell into bed.
On the last morning we walked to the general store
and had morning tea. It was longer than we thought
and one granny stepped on a snake...no harm done
to the granny or the snake.
Somethings, just cannot be classified.