Tunbridge, Kentish Countryside #travelthursdays

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
beautiful lakes..



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
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.



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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Camper or a Glamper at heart?

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