To start a tradition you need to do something a few times so we are well on the way to having a frequent trip to remember for the Dawson boys. Last year we went down to Rye for the camping trip and whilst we all like to think we are Bear Grylls we know our limits and decided to stay at a caravan park on Phillip Island.
After school and work on Friday we arrived at the campsite around 5ish and set about making camp. The site was large enough and being a site had all the amenities one could ask for. Sam and Cammy had the super solo tents, Pete and Fraser in the 3 manner and we were in the monster tent. Yes, it can sleep 14...... So after fish and chips and a couple of ghost stories with hot chocolate we tried to get some sleep. Now of course the little ones slept like logs and Dad tossed and turned till dawn.
Saturday Morning and after a quick stroll to the beach Cammy set to making brekky, Bacon, Sausages and pancakes.
A very relaxing morning whilst setting up for the beach. Woolamai is well known as a serious surf beach and with the boys donning their new wetsuits they certainly looked the part. The monster waves provided plenty of excitement and a few mouthfuls of sand with each set. 

A very relaxing morning whilst setting up for the beach. Woolamai is well known as a serious surf beach and with the boys donning their new wetsuits they certainly looked the part. The monster waves provided plenty of excitement and a few mouthfuls of sand with each set. 

There is nothing better after a day at the beach than a dip in a pool to clean off, fortuntely the camp site was well equipped and Marshall and Xander came into thier own. They can really swim well now.



Another trip into Cowes for tea after an unsuccessful attempt to get the RC car going and some rockpooling.
Pizzas on the foreshore and back to the tent for a better nights sleep.
Pizzas on the foreshore and back to the tent for a better nights sleep.Unfortunatley Sunday meant packing up all the gumf associated with camping and whilst Cammy, Marshall and Xander cooked brekky it chucked it down raining for 10 minutes. So all the packing was now ten times harder. A wizard idea from Sam had the tent drying on the foreshore whilst the kids played in the shallows.



So after a busy weekend we were all knackered and came home to a warm welcome. Unfortunately Amelia was not quite so warm as she was quite sick and Dad ended up at Casey Clinc for 3 hours!!! long day.

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