Our highlight: driving away
Imagine camping beside a scrapyard of old wrecks and pallets, next to a busy road, while a dog barks all night and the hosts oscillate between passive-aggressive commentary and Stasi-level surveillance. That’s Fern Gully. That’s Jade and Les. Mostly Jade. The weekend began with panicked messages demanding we arrive by 5:30pm or face cancellation. It continued in this vein, with over-reactions to a wandering puppy, navigating the complexity of which blades of grass one can and cannot drive on, and ended with harassing texts and emails about our children failing to replace sticks and leaves they used to build a small teepee. Oh, and a false accusation we’d used the vegetable patch as a toilet, when we had brought our own facilities. And a demand for money as compensation for God knows what. Given the weekend we had, its aftermath, our only regret was not being able to take credit for the vegetable patch shit. Our highlight from Fern Gully: driving away.