It was a great holiday, but...... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
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rob, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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I used to be in the scouts......so I know how to pitch a tent. My wife, son and I went camping in Ireland several years ago, with a small ridge tent a friend had lent me. It being Ireland, it rained in the night. It was with that most wonderful of gifts, hindsight, that I remembered that the flysheet should not be touching the inner bit of the tent. Had I jumped into the nearby (v. picturesque) river in my sleeping bag I would not have been any wetter than I was when I awoke at about 4 in morning. Our clothes didn't really dry out for the entirety of the holiday.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2005, 0:05, Reply)
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