Enjoying the tranquility of Dando’s Campground in the splendid tall timber of the Otway Ranges we light the fire for dinner. As it is building strength a ute load of locals roar in and come over to join us by the fire and say g’day. Three blokes and a young woman are all around 40 and there are a couple of kids in the back of the ute. They tell us a bit about the history of the campground and how one of them, the chap whose birthday they are celebrating was married in a clearing at the back of the campground, a beautiful spot. They are a great bunch but apart from the kids and the driver are ‘three sheets to the wind’ and having a great old time. As we chat the woman shouts to those in the ute “Shut up, you’re scaring the oldies!” I look around, then it dawns on me, oh shit that’s us.