It's silly O'clock, 6.30am to be precise. There are never two 6.30's in any of my days, unless a flight somewhere nice dictates I get up early. Well, in a strange sort of way, a flight, or multiple flights are dictating that I get up early today. There has been traffic activity outside our compound... Continue Reading →
Jellybeans and Guy Ropes, a new Generation
Going back to our guy rope and tent peg days are a fond but dim and distant memory. Memories of holidays we could barely afford under canvas, we camped in all weathers even snow, with two young children. Even back in those days we used it as a way of meeting up with friends. A... Continue Reading →
Composting Toilets!
Composting toilets. Where do I start? I have a toilet phobia, I struggle to... go. Depending on circumstance. I don't hold onto it, I don't try to make myself ill, if the surroundings aren't right, it just doesn't happen. Nothing moves. My sister moved to The States years ago. We spent three glorious weeks absorbing... Continue Reading →
Turn to Hurn
We're off on the road again. After our last trip to the New Forest, I'm a little more organised. I started to throw stuff, willy nilly into the van the night before, so, when our shift finishes, I'm still in uniform as he is motor moving the van out of our compound and into late... Continue Reading →