The Great Outdoors
Deskbound says: Camping! Hiking! Other stuff that's not indoors! Regale us with your tales of the great outdoors, whether it involves being rogerred by the Scout Master or skinning your first rabbit.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 14:49)
Deskbound says: Camping! Hiking! Other stuff that's not indoors! Regale us with your tales of the great outdoors, whether it involves being rogerred by the Scout Master or skinning your first rabbit.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 14:49)
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Most years I go on a camping holiday in darkest Wales
There's a group of about 20 families, and it's been going on for at least 30 years. We all camp around in a massive circle, there's a massive fire in the middle, and for the long weekend it's almost perfect communism - everyone shares everything, and everyone chips in a couple of quid to the local farmer for a couple of whole lambs for the big roast on Sunday.
The sort-of aim, apart from community, is hill-walking, and each day two expeditions set off - the long one first thing at about 10ish, for a walk of about 10 or 15 miles, and then in the afternoon the short one, which is generally a couple of miles over the hills to the nearest pub.
Those who want to remain in camp, and do chores - collecting wood for the fire, cleaning gear, etc, and then in the evening, those who are sober drive around to the pub and ferry back the walkers, who are invariably half-cut by then.
We all have our tea around the big fire, chatting about this, that and the other, and as the wine and beer flows, the songs start, and then by about 4am most of us are in bed.
It's a truly lovely thing, and I'm looking forward to going again this year.
Funnies? Last year I had to put my 75yo father to bed at about 12, as he'd collapsed into our tent and was singing about how the hair on her dickie-dido went down to her knees.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 15:29, 8 replies)
There's a group of about 20 families, and it's been going on for at least 30 years. We all camp around in a massive circle, there's a massive fire in the middle, and for the long weekend it's almost perfect communism - everyone shares everything, and everyone chips in a couple of quid to the local farmer for a couple of whole lambs for the big roast on Sunday.
The sort-of aim, apart from community, is hill-walking, and each day two expeditions set off - the long one first thing at about 10ish, for a walk of about 10 or 15 miles, and then in the afternoon the short one, which is generally a couple of miles over the hills to the nearest pub.
Those who want to remain in camp, and do chores - collecting wood for the fire, cleaning gear, etc, and then in the evening, those who are sober drive around to the pub and ferry back the walkers, who are invariably half-cut by then.
We all have our tea around the big fire, chatting about this, that and the other, and as the wine and beer flows, the songs start, and then by about 4am most of us are in bed.
It's a truly lovely thing, and I'm looking forward to going again this year.
Funnies? Last year I had to put my 75yo father to bed at about 12, as he'd collapsed into our tent and was singing about how the hair on her dickie-dido went down to her knees.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 15:29, 8 replies)
Calling the archive...
For we may have found the shittest post evah!
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 15:37, closed)
For we may have found the shittest post evah!
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 15:37, closed)
One black one, one white one, and one with a bit of shite on, and one with a fairy light on to show you the way.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 16:27, closed)
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 16:27, closed)
When we go camping we look for the exact opposite - no one else around at all.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 19:26, closed)
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