When you are camping just around the corner from home you can strip it back to the basics. A tent, some sleeping mats and bags, a few folding chairs and an esky full of food. We were able to leave the trailer at home for once and still strap a couple of surfboards to the roof. With the Statewide fire ban in place we even left our camping stove behind, planning to cook a few sausages on the barbecues at Cosy Corner. We were a little over zealous in our precautions, but fortunately our friends didn't mind sharing their pan. And we were all queuing like bleary eyed addicts for our morning coffee in the carpark of the local cafe when it opened after the inevitable broken night's sleep in the tent.
But the memories we took home were little snippets of pure adventure. Hours spent playing in the stream as it cut an icy track through the sand to the sea. Walking on the beach while the grey sea surged beside us at sunrise. Surfing in the breakers with my boy, and digging a trench while the summer sea breeze blustered around us and whipped our hair into our eyes. Then those few moments of silence once the kids had all climbed into their sleeping bags, listening to the waves crashing behind the dunes beneath the gently shivering blanket of peppermint trees, before we followed them into our green cocoon of a tent. All this a twenty minute drive from our front door. This is why we live here.