My airbed was utterly
flat; I was trying to sleep directly on a rather lumpy field. I woke at 1.30am
with the most excruciating stomach pains. It was wind; it was probably going to
be a fart, but I wasn’t going to take a chance.
One of the things I
don’t really like about camping is the toilet arrangements. I messed about in
the darkness trying to find my boots, then staggered across the field to squat
on a bucket only to find my suspicions were correct. It *was* only a fart. Mind you it was a rather impressive one at
1.30am. I’m not quite sure who gave it a round of applause but someone was
clapping.
I went back to bed and
dozed fitfully until 6.30am when I got up to go fishing. Jimbo soon joined me;
he brought a cup of coffee with him. Sterling fellow! Perhaps it was rather
mean of me to laugh when his stool then collapsed under his weight.
Fishing this morning
was somewhat brisker than yesterday; we both lost count of how many we’d caught
by the time we had to go back to camp for brekkie.
Brekkie was good; it
always is at camp. I was about to start on the washing up when Tony offered to
do it. I didn’t need telling twice, so we left him to it and went back to the
pond for more fishing. We fished until mid-day. As for morning wore on so the
fishing became slower.
We gave up, and
wandered round to the pond closest to camp. Matt and Chris had cleared back the
brambles and were fishing for bigger carp. And they’d caught some too.
We then sat about
chatting for a while until lunch arrived. Bread and cheese sounds a very simple
lunch, but bread and cheese in a field can be heaven on Earth. We then played
with "Furry
Face TM" for much of the rest of the afternoon. Bearing in
mind how ill he has been recently I was in two minds about taking him to camp,
but the little break seemed to have done him good. On Friday Batty had bought
him a pig’s trotter and he’d munched it during the weekend. And this afternoon
he was playing his own variation of “fetch”
with whoever would play it.
It was with something
of a heavy heart that I left everyone at 5.30pm. Camp carries on till tomorrow,
but I really need a decent night’s sleep before work. I came home; much as I
like camping, I like a shower and a real toilet too. And once scrubbed I had a
look-see on-line. With very little power I’d been off-line for a little over
two days. In that time I’d got one hundred and sixty one emails and thirty-seven
updates on Facebook to say nothing of three friend requests and a plethora of
messages. I spent ages catching up with what I’d missed then posted a few photos from the weekend.
I’m worn out… I’m off
to bed.
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