Tenting........because it cheaper than the Hilton!

Tenting. T'is the art of erecting ones own house usually in a muddy field surrounded by angry cows! Perhaps a little bourgeoisie? Especially around Worthy Farm in Glastenbury? I jest! I love tenting! Putting up a deckchair, cracking open a refreshing beverage only to watch Dad hitting small pegs into the ground with a big hammer! Joyes it is! I get my love of all things 'outdoors' from my Dad (oh and Mum as well, she like a good walk), Dad holding qualifications to teach mountain skills and climbing (hunk of hero sandwich is my Dad.....oooopppsss I digress!!!). The open skies, the smell of BBQ and DEET creams! Lovely!!!!!!

Indeed, t'is a little know fact that when Mum and Dad first came to Berwick house shopping we used the tent as a base! I mean as much as we would have loved a camper van and Dad did take quite an old one for a test drive before declaring it was like trying a steer and stop an aircraft carrier (no power steering apparently????!!!???), tenting is much much cheaper!

During the hazy lazy days of 2013 before we went to the Philippines Mum did a course in Exmouth and it seemed a great idea that we 'tented' there rather than Dad driving every day to pick her up or for Mum to catch the train. So with all the gear in Keith the corsas boot off we set! T'was my first time in a tent, got very confused with (and a little lost in ) the sleeping bag, so I slept in Dad's shemagh safely tucked inside one of the tents pockets. Bliss!!!!!!

You meet the best people whilst tenting! We met a super couple from Holland and they had a long wheeled landy rovery thingy with a tent on it's roof! Was a little worried what would happen if you needed a weeeeee in the middle of the night though! I mean t'is easy for me, I'm a monkey so I'd just climb down! However, Mr Holland did insist on wandering around in a pair of swimming pants that surley must be illegal in parts of Yorkshire! Which reminds me of an upcoming blog (and also reminds me of the Philippines) entitled 'Middle aged blokes- why do you wear budgie smugglers???? It's enough to put you off your Lumpia!!!! Later on a very blingy camper van arrived with a couple and two small kiddywinkles. The lady was dressed all in pink, pink shorts (again illegal in parts of Wales), pink top and shoes. Mum said they matched her pink baby (Naughty Mummy!!!!!). They were very rowdy, playing Ceebeebies on the telly and horror upon horror drinking that lager stuff, I mean lager...not exactly classy is it!!!??!!

Rain. Rain is an irritant, a bit like fleas, not that I've every had fleas, I'm a very clean monkey! Our last day camping in Berwick was, how shall we say, mildy moist which is more polite that Dad's description. Dad sent Mum of for a shower whilst he took on the weather..head on! He struck camp (technical term?) and packed the car single handedly!!!! T'was a very muddy and wet tent!! A bit like Dad!!!

Yes, tenting, lying back watching the stars, awakening to the sounds and smells of nature (or last nights Chicken Biryani) and cooking your breakie in the open! T'is wonderful!!!! Did hear a rumour that we may take a road trip through Europe next year! Dad Dad DADDDYYYY don't forget the tent!!!!

Keep rocking in the free world!!! Ed x

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