Pissing down like there's no tomorrow.
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Pissing down like there's no tomorrow.
Camping gives you a good sense of natural reality. A sense of freedom in the wild, kind of thing.
And weirdly it makes you appreciate the luxuries we all have at home much more, even if you think it isn't luxury at home.
Just cooking a tin of beans on a camping stove and knocking some coffee or tea up, or doing a pan of home made stew on a small barbecue grill and getting out the good old uncut loaf.
It makes you feel like you've had a top of the range scran.
The scariest part of camping is on the dark nights when you can hear a pin drop but hear what you think are twigs snapping and upon closer inspection after braving going out of the tent, you realise its only angry stick insects having a right party that's turned into a free for all bar fight, kind of thing with many of them laid out, snapped.
You get some that bring heaters and what not to plug into the electrical points near each tent pitch and then wonder why it trips out on them. :D... It's not like the owners of the site are going to let you toast yourself on their bill.
I dunno...I leave you lot alone for a few days and look what happens-someone goes and buys the club....pfft...:D
Reminds me of when a reporter asked Kenneth Branagh if he was gay. He replied: "yep - I'm as camp as a row of tents"