Story telling from Australia
My oldest (and normally wisest) sister and her husband are veteran campers of many years standing – they’ve got all the gear you could possibly want and then some – so I naturally turned to sis for advice on what to take on an Outback camping trip.
‘Google it,’ she said.
I was expecting an instant list off the top of her head; the must-have items no self-respecting camper should ever be without; top ten tips if it’s been a decade or more since you slept under canvas (and you’re the wrong side of fifty); sleeping arrangements, lighting options, feng shui tent orientation and the one barbecue tool you shouldn’t leave home without.
To be fair, my sister lives in a small Gloucestershire village on the other side of the world and she and her husband would normally camp in approved sites near places of outstanding natural beauty, close to footpaths and farmers’ fields, village pubs, second hand shops and Norman churches.
We’re going to William Creek, officially the smallest town in South Australia where the last recorded population was 3 people. Most of them presumably live in the pub, which is the only building in town. I’m not even sure it qualifies as a town.
William Creek is way out on the Oodnadatta track, not far from Lake Eyre, and the temperature in summer can hit fifty degrees. Summer officially ended four days ago and we’re not going until the day after tomorrow, so who’s worried? (I’m guessing my sister is by now.)
The nearest campsite appears to be at the forbiddingly named Coward Springs, an hour and a half’s drive away from William Creek. This is a picture of the toilet block.
So far all I’ve packed is a head torch, because that’s all I can find at home that remotely resembles camping gear.
I reckon I should get googling.
See you all back online in two weeks.