So we left our house of 20 months in a frenzy of cleaning and throwing junk away and after one too many beers in McGees (thanks boys!) we were off.

Now I could say it was all wonderful and after more than two years getting ready for this we were prepared and we drove off into the sunrise of our first day with 'road to nowhere' playing but it would all be lies. What actually happened was we didn't have any time to do any of the last minute shopping or packing so the car was just piled with s***e!

Anyway, we were off followed by two cars containing Nell and Claire, and Gareth and Katie and in true Nell form his radiator s*** itself with a dramatic burst and the complementary Thomas the Tank Engine impression. All was well after a can of raditor sealer.

Now I'm not going to go into too much detail about the drive down to Tuross Head some of the most beautiful beaches and idyllic national parks await.
Setting up camp for the first time was eventful and a few lessons were learnt most predominantly put awnings on before winding up roof on trailer, because its too high!

(yes, I had to take everything apart and lower it and then spend half hour looking for the keys which were on the roof....Gem's fault). Serves my own right for telling everyone I'd be drinking beer sat in my trailer by the time they have set their tents up.
The campsite we stayed at was called the Beachcoomber and is actually at Potato Point and although the location is naturally very beautiful and a wildlife delight the amenities have a lot to be desired. It seems to be very new age in energy saving, recycling, solar panels, etc but if this resembles commune living I know why hippies stink.

Gem's Note: Turns out Kangaroos LOOOVE pasta!