White Rabbit. White Rabbit.
You know what is funny? Making the bed up in the tent on a cool winter’s evening and realising you forgot your doona at home. Not that we were completely naked. Between us and the elements; a tarp, a tent, an insulated picnic blanket, an air mattress, a rug between the mattress and the flannel sheet, a top sheet and 2 sleeping bags. That really should have been sufficient but the memory of the forgotten doona at home only made us colder. Brr.
This time camping meals stepped up a notch. We had been talking up the camping dinner since planning commenced. It progressed from a whole lamb on a spit to a special lamb dinner/kebab. I have to say it was magnificent. We had all the accroutements: hummous, tzatiki, tabouleh and warm pita bread. Even dolmades, olives and dips to start. It helped that the lamb had come pre-butterflied and marinated from AC’s. But the bonfire, the dripping lamb juices, the jovial company and the nip to the air just made it that extra bit special. The night ended with marshmallows on sticks and muscat, sparklers aglow in the dark with rosy cheeks pink from stoking the fire.
(Apparently if you say white rabbit, white rabbit, the bonfire smoke goes away. I’d like to hear what Dr Karl says about that!)
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