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Oh Hurrah. I have a week of leave booked in a couple of weeks. Everything has been just too busy for months. So we're pushing off camping. Oh yes. Now, some of you may find it hard to imagine a wonky beast like myself camping, and it's true that it's been a while. So we are breaking ourselves back in gently--not straight off into the wilds but in a rather lovely looking site which seems to combine some of the benefits of wild camping (ah! space! pretty! fire! etc etc) with hot showers. And no bloody caravans. And there are places for me to lurk and lounge and loll while snarl goes yomping about.
I am of the firm belief that the anticipation of a holiday is at least half of the pleasure. So there are lists. Of course there are lists. And maps.
I am of the firm belief that the anticipation of a holiday is at least half of the pleasure. So there are lists. Of course there are lists. And maps.
- Tent--fine, not disintegrated with mildew or infested with beetles or anything horrid. All fine. I love this little tent. I can put it up solo, and it's light enough for me to carry in a pack. And it's kept me warm and dry in a force-lots and torrential downpour before. Yay for good tents. Course, you can't stand up in it, but you can do that outside, right?
- Dorky torches--one has gone a-wandering. The other lives with my darkroom kit.
- Thermarest--oh. there only seems to be one of these. Hrm.
- Camping stove--insanely tiny and still working. Yay. Also, there WILL BE FIRE. Mmmm. Fire.