Drove out to the country yesterday to have a look at an old church camp with a view to resurrecting it.  I haven’t included any definitive photos of the camp, as it is still under review, but here’s a taste of the surrounds…

reminded me of a poem I wrote while camping once…

lazy day
sparrows dust bath
in the ruts of the track
egg-beater wings
leaving hollows in the dirt

lazy day
a couple are kissing
down by the ablution block
little girls
butterflying over the grass

lazy day
someone is pegging out towels
togs drip to the rhythm
of a hidden radio

lazy day
tethered goats on the bank
below the cabins
organic lawn-mowers
running on grass

lazy day
think I’ll go for a swim.