I didn’t want to sit in Melbourne with fireworks going and remember the lovely night we had last year. I didn’t want misery to be a guest at our picnic rug. So I told Mr H I needed to be in Halls Gap for New Years Eve.
He rang a caravan park and we got the last cabin available.

I love caravan parks, even though camping is not my thing. I love the community that they hold, the shared facilities, the good ones anyway – the pool, the park, the trampolines....

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