The camping ground is packed with families who, like us, have taken the opportunity of the Easter long weekend to get out of the city. There's two families camping together not far from where we are, the kids are playing tag while the two Mother's sip on their wine coolers and gossip about the other mothers from the school their kids attend while the fathers are setting up the BBQ just behind them, I can't hear their conversation but one of the men is holding up a large piece of steak while the other looks impressed.
"Dad, did you pack meat for the BBQ?" I ask my Father, my own stomach now grumbling at the sight of the big, juicy steak.
"Of course I did, but there's only enough for tonight. I was thinking the three of us could go out for dinner tomorrow night, after we drop Bridget off w
