Two years ago around this time of year my eldest son and I went to Fraser Island for a father and son bonding camp organised by his school. The trip was memorable for two reasons.
Firstly, it never stopped raining with plenty of wind, thunder and lightning, tents were blown away – although thankfully not ours – and it was an eventful but also thoroughly unenjoyable camping trip.
Secondly, I had 18 bets (if memory serves me correctly) and not a single one of the 18 won.
This photo was taken on that trip – before the bets – it was no time for selfies afterwards, although I may have considered self immolation had I not been so bloody wet.
My youngest son is now at the same school so it’s back to the camp, with the two of them this time.
There is rain forecast.
I have a shit-load of bets for the weekend.
Surely lightning won’t strike twice?
What i do know is i’ll take a weekend of rain and storms if I can possibly avoid a repeat whitewash of bets this time around.