All Camped Out

Yesterday’s corner time: 1 Minute.

We went camping again over the weekend and amazingly it didn’t rain once. I think that this will be the final expedition of the year, now that it’s starting to turn colder.

The trip to the campsite took 1hr 45 minutes of which, the first 15 minutes were spent sitting on the drive of our house whilst Mum kept returning to the house to retrieve items that she had forgotten to pack.

I’m not very good at maths as I still can’t count but Dad said that this represented 1/7th of our total journey time. Mum said that the 15 minutes would represent approximately 50% of his remaining life expectancy if he didn’t stop mentioning the previous statistic.

The weather was glorious but at night it became very, very cold. We only had summer sleeping bags and the sound of teeth chattering kept everyone awake. It turned out that the chattering teeth actually belonged to a passing hedgehog, which just goes to show just how cold it was.

The next day, Dad went straight down to a local camp shop and emerged equipped with new and rather expensive looking sleeping bags that wouldn’t be out of place at Everest base camp.

That night we were all very cosy in our new bags, in fact, possibly too cosy. I was kept awake by the constant zipping and unzipping of Dad’s sleeping bag as he alternated between the extremes of heat stroke and frostbite.

Dad says that next year we’re going to the Mediterranean.

Matthew.

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