CAMPSITE # 55 - Branxholm Caravan Park - shooting for success

Alarm bells were ringing and Princess Amy put her foot down... TIME FOR A SHOWER PLEASE TOMMY. When I tell people that I haven't had a shower for four or five days, Tom always feels the need to correct me so that people don't think that I'm unhygienic and smelly.. he always says "But that doesn't mean you haven't washed... you just haven't showered." Either way, I hadn't stood under on-coming fresh hot water for four days and after being blessed with showers to our avail for at least the last four weeks, I was really hanging out for one.

We found Branxholm Caravan Park. Calling it a caravan park is a little bit of a stretch considering it's council land surrounding the local pool which they've fenced off and called a caravan park but regardless of the name for $7 a night with hot showers and flushing loos... what more could you want?

We chose our location wisely as we didn't want to be too far a drive from Aaron's place. The friend that we made at the last campsite invited Tom and I over to his place for a meal and for an experience completely new to me. So off we went...

Turns out Aaron has a love for beekeeping and so Tommy and he donned the beekeeping suits and went off to the bee hive. Aaron pulled out a comb of honey and gave it to us both... I LOVE FRESH HONEYCOMB. He also stocked us up with 1.5 litres of honey that'll certainly keep us going for a while. 

I know what you're thinking... big whoop!! Everyone's seen a bee hive before? But that wasn't why we went there. The honey was just an added extra. Nope, we were there for bigger reasons. When in the country, you must do as country folk do and considering I am not a practising vegetarian, I certainly have no reason to be against the sport of shooting. These guys take shooting very seriously and are actually approached by local farmers to enter their property to shot the likes of wallabies, kangaroos and rabbits that are overrunning their property and turning into pests.

I, having the weakest stomach in the world, was not willing to partake in the actual shooting part (not that I'd be able to hit anything with my terrible aim) but I was certainly up for riding on the back of the truck an being a spotter.

The entire time I was riding on that truck all I could keep thinking was ... "My mother is going to KILL me". So everybody let's not tell my mum that Aaron's brother Josh is a butcher and he skinned and gutted a rabbit and a wallaby and gave them both to Tom and I. We now have fresh wallaby and rabbit in our fridge, now all we need to do is figure out how to cook the buggers...

Tom might be off mums Christmas card list for a little while...