23 Nov

Well, pseudo-camping. We didn’t put up a tent, we had a tent cabin. So when we irresponsibly arrived at the campgrounds at 7pm we didn’t have to fiddle faddle around with poles and pegs and bits and bobs. It gets pitch black dark at 4:30pm here now, so perhaps we weren’t that irresponsible. More feather-headed. We forgot the food. And had to go back. The Turtle got fed up in the car. We had to stop at a park. We needed propane. We had to go to the shop. Again. A three hour journey took about 6. But we got there.

Someone (Me!) had the bright idea to go north. To a forest. Where it’s colder. It was 50-odd degrees the entire time (that’s Farenheit, 10 or so Celcius!). Someone (Me!) didn’t check the weather forecast. Overcast and foggy. The entire time. That’s what happens when you head off on a whim I suppose.

Still though, we had a great time. No TV, no computer, no phones. Just rambling around in the woods. Throwing stones and leaves into the river. Pretending to be Winnie the Pooh.  And Tigger. As a matter of fact, I still have a small boy who insists that he is Tigger. Conversations go like this: “Do you want a bath?”, “Tiggers love baths” and off he goes, bouncing and singing a song that he has made up “I a Tigger here, I a Tigger there . . .(ad infinitum).”


2 Responses to “Camping”

  1. TheMadHouse November 24, 2010 at 3:57 am #

    Look at the size of those trees!

    • turtleturtleturtle November 24, 2010 at 10:22 pm #

      They were amazing. And remarkably soft. And the smell…mmmmmmmmm

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