Camping then, and today.

My first recollection of camping with a school mate was probably around the age of 7 or 8 (without the adults around).

The country was hilly and sparsely cleared where we lived. Like juniors of that age we plotted and planned, then came up with the following kit:

1. Two barley bags to sleep in.
2. A box of matches and knife
3. Stirling .22
4. Potatoes

The country to the back of us was a mythical place that needed to be explored. Off we went with the two kelpies and finally stopped walking just before nightfall.

Got a fire going and had a feed of potatoes. Life couldn't be better round that camp fire talking to a school mate and discussing our next adventure.

Unfortunately we sacked over a Bull Ant's nest, but lived to tell the tale.

Next day we came across an old fella living in a bark hut. He had a couple of old Nags, which we saddled, and spent the rest of the day exploring the bush.

This kind old man offered us digs for the night and fed us Pineapple out of tins that must have been 20 years old.

Even today, over so much time, I still remember his hospitality.

We got back four days later looking forward to mum's cooking.

Regards

Kim