I have quite a lot of camping photos. Too many for here and possibly a tad boring. I have a favourite camping story. Four of us were camping in the Grampians in Western Victoria and as luck would have it, we had the whole camping site to ourselves. The weather was ideal, the fire was crackling, food tasty, a bit of beer and bubbly, and the chatter and music was lively. Then came along a group of motorcyclists looking for a campsite. We started singing “Sons of god, hear his holy word, gather around, the table of the lord, eat his body, drink his blood, an we’ll sing a song of love, allelu, allelu, allelu, alleluia” They quickly scarpered. Then came along a very straight looking family. “It’s a long way to the top if ya wanna rock and roll” was belted out. Off they went. Back to good contemporary music and fun. We got to keep our wonderful mountain site to ourselves for the rest of the night. Added for Ailsa’s camping
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