Rain...

art. house. mum.

Obviously, camping in the rain has its downsides.  But with kids, the upsides are surprising (and exhausting) and valuable.

(Here's a gratuitous photo of our lovely old caravan, now with a sanity-saving extra covered area.  We love the groups of fellow caravaners who come by to admire her and the old couple who asked if they could take a photo of her... we think she's gorgeous too!)

And the rain... well, once we got over the fact that really EVERYTHING was going to be varying degrees of moist by the time we left... well, then we let go a bit and let the kids run amuck.  The little boys in the group loved it the best...

During patches of dry we did actually go swimming in the dam, but I'm pretty sure that these little fellows much preferred the times spent running in puddles at the campsite.

Another thing about caravanning which I am loving is the grey nomads who seem to enjoy having the kids around (I like to think that it reminds them of their own grandkids and kids).  And despite the element of chaos which we bring (two families with seven kids in total) most of the next generation who we spoke to just seemed to love encouraging us with their stories of camping with their own children decades ago.  The feeling of continuity and value in a fluid community like a caravan park amazes me.  

Which brings me to one of my theories on life... 

On Travel... 

The less you pay for your accommodation, the more likely you are to make friends...

Agree?

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