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The Country Man and family were in high spirits as they gathered around their campsite at the Tasman Holiday Park in Papamoa. The sun had just set, casting a golden glow over the campground, and the evening air was cool, but not enough to dampen the warmth of the family’s excitement. It was their long-awaited pizza night, a tradition they’d kept even while on the road, and tonight, it was especially enjoyable with the ocean breeze and the peaceful surroundings of the park.

The picnic table was spread with the fruits of their labor—four steaming pizzas, each carefully chosen to suit everyone’s tastes.

As they dug into their pizzas, the conversation flowed easily. The kids playfully argued over whose slice was the best—each claiming their choice had the most “cheese-to-crust ratio.” Their laughter was contagious, and the sound of it blended with the gentle crackling of the campfire nearby. The Country Man, ever the quiet one, sat back and watched, content, his eyes occasionally flicking to the distant stars that were starting to emerge above the campground.

There was a deep sense of gratitude in the air. They had spent the day exploring the nearby beach, collecting seashells, and walking along the shoreline, and now they were enjoying this simple, yet meaningful, moment of togetherness. The light from the fire flickered across their faces as they took turns telling stories, reminiscing about past trips, and planning future adventures. The youngest child even declared they should make pizza night a “monthly tradition,” which the Country Man wholeheartedly agreed with, nodding and smiling as he wiped his hands on his jeans.

The meal drew to a close with satisfied bellies and the last few slices being passed around. The kids snuggled up in their jackets as the night air grew cooler, and the family settled in for some quiet time by the fire. The crackling embers, the sounds of the nearby waves, and the soft chatter of the group created a perfect ending to a perfect evening.

At that moment, surrounded by his family, the Country Man felt a sense of peace. There was no rush, no hurry—just the beauty of the present, the warmth of family, and the satisfaction of a good meal enjoyed together under the stars.