The Grate Outdoors
It appears that the world and his Thai bride have decided to go camping these days. I should have noticed the signs when, on a tuesday evening our local camping store had the kind of crowd usually reserved for a christmas eve in the food section of M&S (trust me it is crazy, I worked in one as a lad). To be honest I cant talk. Until last year the suggestion of camping set me off into either a fit of giggles or some rant about the decline of the great British holiday camp (to put the record straight, Butlins was and always will be shite). Suddenly the kids are tearing the house apart and we are spending the summer sheltering from the rain in something that I can only describe as a fabric bungalow. That is how I now find myself sat, in toilet with a broken lock, writing a blog entry on my mobile phone whilst my wife thinks I'm waiting for those little blue plastic boxes that keep your food cold.
posted by AntToeKnee at 4:54 PM
4 Comments:
you can get those blue boxy keep-your-food-cold things in the toilet? i would have never though of looking there. as for the rest of the weekend, good luck. i suspect that this is why we always camped in the off-season.
Not sure whether its Skipton Canal or Skipton Castle you've 'explored' - but you want to try that French-style euro-camping mate. They know how to do it in style. Their tents all have loft extensions (and wine cellars) and it never rains.
AntToeKnee, I'm sooo disappointed. We took you into the middle of the Yorks Dales, in the hope that there, amongst the nature and good things you might be able to forget all this blogging nonsense. We even took you to one of the most complete and best preserved medieval castles in Skipton. And how do you repay us? Hmm? You blog in the bog! No more banana porridge for you, young man. And the blue things weren't cold.
pantingant:I was blogging on the bog, not in it. Your right though, the blue things were never cold enough. Poor little blue things. Sad little blue things.
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