Camping, oh how I love thee. Oh how I hate thee.
Forgetting the Olympic opening ceremony was on, we accepted a lovely invitation to go Camping with a group of really good friends.
|Our 5.5mile tramp, skirting beautiful lakes..|
Our home for the weekend, sleeping under the Stars (a 101 in 1001 goal!) It was cosy, very very cosy and one of the harder things about Camping – like our friend said when he kindly lent it to us “It’s meant to be a 2 man tent, but it’s a good thing that you know each other well!”. The next time we’ll go, I think we’ll invest in one ourselves. And an airbed. Or maybe I’ll just stay in a hotel, carrying some freshly mown grass to create the proper smell of camping. I wonder if they’ll mind me using the furniture to make a bonfire? Celebs get to chuck TVs so I can’t see why I can’t utilise the curtains as lighter paper.
|Gathering for Camp, we settled in amongst suited and booted businessmen, celebrating Friday night.|
|Rolling English Pastures…|
|… and primordial forests.|
|Oh, why, herrow.|
|A well earned rest stop|
|If I could only remember where I left that tent…|
|The best meal of the weekend.|
|How to get into our campsite, this is roughing it.|
|Home, Sweet Home.|
|Best part of the weekend. Sitting around the campfire, talking tall tales with wonderful people.|
|Dusk Sack Racing! There was quite a bit of foul play that went on.|
I learnt how to recognise a constellation, the Big Dipper. Thank you Mark! (another 101 in 1001 Goal!)
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Workout: Lugging 17 pound backpacks from campsite to campsite, including a 5.5mile tramp. Loved it, and would never have been able to complete it 3 months ago.
Are you a Camper or a Glamper at heart?