Camping

Yesterday’s corner time: 3 Minutes.

We went camping down in the New Forest with our new tent this weekend.

I embraced the great outdoors and promptly marked out the boundaries of our camp by weeing on the surrounding trees.

I calculated that that would keep out everyone except the most determined trespassers but just in case, I began to dig a six-foot deep trench reinforced with sharp stakes.

Dad said that this was not really in the spirit of camping but I suggested that he wouldn’t be saying that when someone pinched our choccie biscuits.

However, it soon transpired that the natives were a friendly bunch and I was able to step down our defences.

Naturally, after the country experiencing a heat wave for 14 consecutive days, within three hours of pitching our tent, the heavens opened, thunder rolled and lightning flashed.

I awoke in the middle of the storm and amidst the deafening claps of thunder and the babbling of rising flood waters, I could hear Dad expounding the virtues of camping to Mum.

Mum did quite a bit of expounding herself but it’s not printable.

Matthew.

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