Were am I

In the summer the camping ground is cramped, The stores are filled to the brim and the boat ramp is overflowing there are no parks for miles. I smell the freshly cut grass and the whiff of fish and chips and sunscreen. I hear sausages sunbathing on a bbq and boats crashing through the waves and neighbors in their spa joking and having a good time. But when it comes to winter its a ghost town - no one on the road. It's a horrible place to be in the winter.





Jacob