I have just been on holiday. It’s nice, going on holiday – getting away from it all, having a mild relax. I’ve not had a mild relax in a little while, what with this being my first time off since the beginning of April. So that was nice.
Of course, there was a downside: camping. It’s a word that strikes daggers of fear into my very heart. Actually, I think I’m allergic. My face swells up, my joints ache. This year I managed the extravagance of an airbed, which meant that I could walk in the mornings. Previously I’d been using a little mat to try and save space on the journey down, but the daily incapacitation rendered it a somewhat false economy.
Some people thrive on these sorts of situations. My friend Giles is the protoman, he would sleep naked in a tree and forage for grubs. He gets positively energised by the prospect of spending time with nature – you know, like walking in the woods and that. Personally I think nature should be seen and not heard. Triple-glazing helps.
Having said all that, there’s nothing that quite matches the feeling of bonding and shared camaraderie around the fire at nights, gazing at the stars, sharing stories and vainly staving off hypothermia with a mug of hot chocolate. Good times.
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