LITTLE BADGES - A CAMPING WE SHALL GO

Hi

The virtual kettle's on..... So while I let it boil I just have this to say

A friend of ours mentioned to us the other day they were off camping for the weekend. Heading off to Epping forest, to camp beneath the stars and listen to all the other happy campers snoring.

We first started camping when we left college. A bunch of college friends would all go camping each year for quite some time before we all drifted apart and settled down more.

I can honestly say these were some of the funniest camping holidays I have been on, and we all still mention them when we meet up. Of course what with people getting married, buying flats and houses, having kids, and holidays being so much more precious now, we do not camp together anymore......or in fact camp.

As the years go by, the fun of sleeping on a tiny lilo inflatable bed, feeling a twig digging in your back, rolling off the lilo in the dead of night, being cocooned in a sleeping bag, and waking to hear something or someone right outside your tent are long gone.

People with cars tend to bring more and more home comforts. A full size inflatable bed that can be blown up by connecting it to the battery of the car, gas barbecues, washing machines..... well maybe not washing machines, but you know what I mean.

Instead we now jet off to some overpriced, overpopulated (by tourists) holiday resort, just so you can say you've been abroad this year.

But I must say, when our friend mentioned they were going, I suddenly had a pang for camping again. I know exactly where the tents are in the loft, and the rucksacks are already packed ready to go.

Apart from the amazing laughs we had, we also had some amazing moments from nature. We all got caught out in a torrential downpour, in the sun, where the rain was hot, and a series of rainbows appeared all around us. We opened our tent one morning to see loads of deer just on the border of the forest, eating and looking back at us. And of course if you have been camping in the New Forest you will have had the odd New Forest pony tripping over your tent lines, and almost bringing the whole thing down.

But above all else, the best thing I love about the camping, provided you wake to a lovely clear crisp morning, and not torrential rain, is the fried breakfast.

I am not allowed fried breakfasts at home, so this makes them all the more special. Sausages, eggs, bacon, mushrooms, beans, and fried tomatoes. Some toast or if you are lucky fried bread and a mug of tea. Absolute heaven!

Well, I can hear the kettle has just finished boiling so

Milk and sugar?

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