Camping, oh how I love thee. Oh how I hate thee. But it does get you out in the great outdoors. And you totally have a great excuse to eat hotdogs, s’mores and hot cider whilst gathered around the campfire. This is truly my favourite part of camping.
|Our 5.5mile tramp, skirting
Our home for the weekend, sleeping
under the Stars (which was also a 101 in 1001 goal!) was a waterproof sheet and some bendy sticks. 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
|… and primordial
|A well earned rest
|If I could only remember where I
left that tent…
|The best meal of the
|How to get into our campsite,
this is roughing it.
|Best part of the weekend.
Sitting around the campfire, talking tall tales with wonderful
|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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Camper or a Glamper at heart?