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Back at the camp



Towards the end of the week back at the camp the little houses were beginning to fill up with old folk with grandchildren it tow.  The paths started to come alive with pedal powered vehicles.  The windows lit up with Christmas glitter.  The season was starting just as we were bidding this lovely spot good bye.

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  1. What great colors - I like how the house has matching flowers. Feels like vacation to me :)

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  2. Cute cabins and patterns. Where are they?

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  3. Diane, same place as before ... Bermagui on the south coast.

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  4. Yes, it is a lovely little spot, is Bermagui. These little cabins are typical of what is springing up in caravan parks all along the NSW coastline. For people who do not like pulling a van I guess. Although the expense is a bit more.

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  5. Yep they are springing up everywhere and usually grabbing all the waterside spots so the real campers get a lovely view of their walls.

    It certainly is much more expensive than towing a van but as they have cooking facilities better than a motel room.

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