Last week I mentioned that we were going camping, and that
we had a tent with an East Wing [for him] and a West Wing [for me] so we could
have our own finickity, middle-aged set-ups which included a bedside table
[him] and an on-trend Bobbin basket of magazines [me].
So, as a 61-year-old woman, with a history of
family frame tent camping, and an older history of tiny 2-man-tent camping, I
had thought there was nothing in between. But hey – there are Tunnel Tents! We
went in an eight-man tent and I must say we had a nice lot of space. We could
stand up inside, cook in the living area when it rained, and didn’t have to
crawl in and out of anything. Seeing as how we can’t manage frame tents
anymore, this was easy – a few bendy poles which takes two people just 30
minutes to put up.
I cooked on our Trangia [scrambled eggs with fry up and home made sourdough], Chris prepared smoked hot chocolate [see below] on the open fire, and I knocked up some open-air pancakes. We sat by the fire and sipped wine as the sun went down. We lived well....
We so enjoyed ourselves being out in the wilds that we are
going again as soon as the weather is set fair. You may see us around. We are the elderly gypsies....
The smoked hot chocolate was a dangerous operation. Chris has fire training though..
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