“Aggh!” came the anguished cry from one of the toilet cubicles here in Huonville at the Huon Village Caravan Park where we’ve been holed up for a week. “Aaggh!”
One of the wonderful things about this big lap lifestyle is watching our kids progress from being afraid of dirt on their hands to wading into a tea coloured creek.
However, this newfound oneness with nature and untreated water does have an unexpected downside.
Before I get to our little horror story I want to say this place has lots of great ‘no extra charge’ reasons to stay: daily feedings of the Tasmanian Devils in their breeding program, a farm show with cow milking & baby animals, a platypus in the creek who hangs around for selfies (see the vid below) and lush green grass under your feet on their unusually large sites which you get to park on.
I’m not being paid to write this glowing review – we didn’t even get a discount on the $5 per child extra they charge per night to stay – there’s just a lot to recommend staying here if you’re coming to the Apple Isle.
Including the best thing of all about this holiday park: the location central to this story. Their toilet block/camp kitchen/showers has been cleverly created out of two great big shipping containers and I’ve spent more time walking around looking at it than the beautiful countryside.
The thing pertinent to this story is everyone in our family can go pee-pee at the same time and, unlike many of the tired old toilet facilities we’ve encountered so far on our travels, each of the ten unisex loos locks firmly from the inside.
Recognising the screaming voice, Tracey rushed to get out of her own cubicle to see what had gone wrong.
You know, this time.
“What’s happened?!” she asked through the door.
Miss6 then said what sounded like, “I dropped my favourite peg into the toilet.”
Tracey assumed something in the message was lost in translation. Despite the oddness of the idea someone might have a favourite clothes peg, she was hoping against hope it was the ‘into the toilet’ bit.
“You what?” she asked.
“Dropped my favourite peg,” repeated Miss6, “in the toilet.” At which point there was a wet pause. “It’s okay, Mummy, I got it out.”
Tracey rattled on the door, shouting herself now.
“Let me in!”
“In a minute, Mummy. I’m washing my-”
“Open the door. Now!” snapped Tracey, and three nearby campers obediently opened their van doors. She followed this up with her own, “Aggh!” and then a, “Don’t touch me!”
The loo had swung outward and there stood Miss6, defiantly triumphant grin on her face, her left arm wet to the elbow, pink clothes peg being presented to Tracey’s face in her tiny little up and outstretched hand.
Yeah, it’s great when your kids overcome their cleanliness issues to embrace a little of what life and nature has on offer outside the house.
Only now I’m just wondering how we might maybe dial it back a notch?