On the weekend I went down south to a place called Lake Conjola with 5 other guys on a camping trip. There’s an island off the beach called Green Island which has some of the best surf in Australia. Unfortunately it was flat though I suspect with these storms it has picked up.

We didn’t do much down there except drink beer around a fire which we built. It was heaps of fun to get out of Sydney and hang with some kangaroos - there were heaps!

In the afterthoughts of the trip, the thing that is resonating with me the most is the absurd price we paid for the wood for our fire. For a 20kg bag of chopped wood it was $20. This lasted us one night so we got 2 bags for 2 nights.

The guy chopping that wood is making way too much money in my opinion. Now I don’t know where this dude gets his wood from, but I see plenty of fallen trees lying around. Well, actually I don’t - but when I imagine a forest, I envisage that quite a few fall down. And you have to trust your intuition, right?

I propose buying a truck, chopping wood, packing it into bags, and driving around camping sites selling it. Or better yet, I’ll start the company, put some money into it and HIRE some people to chop the wood for me.

I thought about this for a while, and then I went back to crocheting…