Decamping

Now I know I've only been camping for just over a week, so I don't want to sound like I know it all quite yet, but I've learnt a few things in that time. And there is one piece of equipment that you simply CANNOT, as I discovered this evening, go camping without. A tent.

It was the standard procedure; pop the trunk of the car, open a beer, find the right spot to pitch. Get out the..... Bollocks. An image immediately appeared in my mind. An image of a neatly packed tent, in its little bag, lying on top an old redwood log. About two hundred and fifty miles north of where I was standing. I closed the trunk and finished my beer.

I think I'll stay in a motel tonight.