
Let me set the scene.
It's Friday, and we've got the kids from school early. We throw our bags in the car, surfboard on top and my pillow in the front (I never travel without my pillow). There's no tub of plates, mugs and cutlery, no portable BBQ or fire-starting paraphernalia, no trestle tables in sight. And certainly no swags, tents or pegs. It's delightful.