I’m just back from one of the best weekends of the year.

It started five years ago, just before I married Libby. Instead of a pissy night at the pub, I convinced a bunch of my good men friends to go camping for the weekend to a beautiful but barely known campsite in the South West as a sort of bucks night equivalent. It was a hit. Everybody had a great time and wanted to do it again next year. We loved getting away from the women and girls for one weekend and spend some male time together.

That’s five years in a row now. Again the weather was kind, we walked a little, drank a little, cooked and ate lots, talked a lot and played a whole lot of games of Kub (which is a Swedish game that I wont explain now, but involves knocking down block of wook with sticks. It is oddly compelling and requires some throwing skill, but is able to be played with a beer in hand).

And then, on the way home, Indulis ended up with a couple of holes in the sump of his Astra’s engine. A trip to Margaret River for metallic epoxy and some aluminium cans and we patched it, put new oil back in the engine, and he drove it back to Perth without problems. That’s better than towing it home.

Can’t wait until next year. Maybe we can make it every six months.

And no, I won’t tell you where the campsite is :-)