Camping Trip

Yesterday’s corner time: 0 Minutes.

No corner time yesterday as I was travelling back from a long weekend away camping in France. Having said that, I think I actually prefer corner time to travelling, as it generally doesn’t involve me having to listen to Becca either singing or snoring for hours on end.

Mum likes to take us camping to give us some memories that we will cherish for the rest of our lives. Well, I’ll certainly remember driving for six hours through heavy rain to camp in a wet French field next to over a hundred other British people.

Despite it being August, we had an awful lot of rain. I’m beginning to think that camping is another word for a torrential downpour followed by flash floods.

We went with my friends and their parents, Aunty Su and Uncle Bill, so we still had a great time. On Sunday, in a rare dry spell, we visited the local zoo. I especially enjoyed the train that took us around the park. All the commentary was in French but Uncle Bill kindly translated.

I didn’t know that Uncle Bill knew French but he seemed to understand the Guide’s narrative regarding the animals. According to Uncle Bill, we passed Funny Goats, Funny Dogs, Funny Cows and some Tigers. I’m assuming that the Tigers weren’t funny at all.

I never realised that Uncle Bill was such a keen naturalist and apparently, he particularly enjoys ornithology because Dad says that he has always had an eye for the birds. This probably explains why, on several occasions, I overheard him pointing out some Great Tits to my Dad.

Matthew.

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