"We're not going to use half this stuff", I yelled out to Dad, surveying the back of his 1970s, pristine condition, Toyota four-wheel-drive Land Cruiser that we were taking on a road trip up to Tamworth. The back of the car was almost filled with two large containers of water, an empty petrol drum, rope, two large tents and enough camping gear that we could open a camping store, a cooler filled with water, beer, girlish drinks (as Dad called them, they were really premixed vodka and raspberries for me) and soft drinks. Dad came up beside me, taking my suitcase from my hands and placing it in the back of the car next to his own and Bridget's.
"You never know what might happen, so you've gotta be prepared for every situation", Dad, the former boy scout, explained. "From the weight of your s
