grew up camping in the UK. We had one of those massive bright orange canvas tents that leaked if you touched it when it was raining, which it did quite a bit in the UK, even in the summer. They were popular in the ’70s and ’80s. We camped in farmers’ fields when the cattle were elsewhere. I remember the smell of cow pats and sheep, the beautiful white butterflies and the abundance of birdlife.
Camping in Australia is different. The nature is different; the insects never fail to surprise me. But wherever I am, there is something magical about being in nature. Not just for a walk or a picnic but to live for a few days. You get to know the birds that visit, where the shade is throughout the day, and what trees are around. There is time to get to know the land.
We could easily stay in a hotel or a cabin, but there is something special about living in nature, sleeping with the sounds all around and only canvas between me and the elements. I find camping very grounding and am so grateful to all the people who run the campgrounds and provide these beautiful spaces for us city folk to enjoy.
Who else out there enjoys camping?
Let me know in the comments.
Love, Jen
