The view from our tent
Friday-Monday: First there is the camping. It was great, and no, Susan, the tent didn't leak. We did find the new fandangled airbeds cold the first night, but an extra layer of bedclothes underneath the sleepers rectified that for the rest of the stay. The fancy rechargeable camping light didn't work after the first night either, except on its night light setting. Oh well, made for romantic evenings, she says resignedly.
Jemimah getting to grips with her new camping light
We stayed at Dixons Creek near Melbourne, a region that was decimated in last years dreadful Black Saturday Bushfires. 173 people died as a result of these fires - Australia's highest ever loss of life from bushfire.
A year later the forests are regenerating, but the legacy of that day will remain. Where the fire was hottest the regrowth is patchy, but in others the density of new seedlings is amazing. New plant species are reappearing, and native wildlife is slowly returning to the area as trees and plants damaged by the fires regenerate.
We were in Dixons Creek to participate in the RPCA Fellowship Camp, and in between wonderful bushwalks, times of Psalm singing and far too much food we were blessed with a series of excellent studies presented by Dr Murray Capill, Principal of the Reformed Theological College.
Murray spoke on Building the Church based on the often controversial chapters in 1 Corinthians - 12-14. The resulting discussion groups were excellent, and I came away from camp feeling inspired and...well...built up!
Monday: The Easter Bunny arrived late this year depositing eggs around our Northcote garden to the joy of young Jemimah. (Sorry, Ruby.)
Wednesday: You've seen photos of our Wednesday already...
Thursday: Mum and Dad left on Thursday and my brother and his family arrived. Phew!! Can you see why I wasn't blogging?!!
Here's a couple of back-of-head pics of Jemimah with her gorgeous cousins to preserve their anonymity.
Saturday: The rellos stayed just long enought to see Jemimah play in her first game of Minkey Hockey in the District Competition against a neighbouring town. She was quite bamboozled by the whole thing, but had a lovely time and was delighted to be selected for a coach's award after the game.
Mouthguards do not make for flattering portraits, do they?
And by Saturday afternoon it was all over.
So now I'm wondering why I've told you all this stuff. Is anybody really interested to know what we did for our holidays? Do you read these posts or are they totally selfish and self ingulgent? Do they make us more real to you, and does that matter?
What do you think?