For me means camping. There were very few chocolate eggs, except perhaps some misshapen home made ones rolled in hundreds and thousands, and probably some fudge and home-made hot-crossed buns (curse our garage house with no oven, I want to make buns!)
We had epic fishing trips and drives in the back of the Landrover with giant eskies, castnets and crab pots or out on dusty roads to a station with dry riverbeds and cattle. Mass camping in tarp cities near some inlet and some crocodiles.
So, I am very happy to be driving off to the farm today for a night near a campfire and an epic egg hunt tomorrow.