We had many reasons for dragging our family around the world. One of the biggies was wanting to create memories that would become part of our family story. I realise that only people with loose screws would bother to traipse to Northern Australia in the rainy season for this purpose, we have plenty of rain here in London, and could just as easily got wet on Clapham Common and bonded over our shared experience.
There was something very special about our camping trip in Litchfield National Park near Darwin. We had an entire national park just to ourselves. Imagine that. Acres and acres of spear grass and wallabies and dark rusty red earth, just for us. We fell asleep to the sound of rain drumming on canvas and dingoes howling. We swam in streams fed by thundering waterfalls and watched giant lizards hunting for bugs. We cooked beer bread on the barbie and didn’t change out of our togs for four days. It was magical. A real do-you-remember-when?
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