First weekend of april last year...
Me and the missus went camping.

Now this is the first time I've had a missus whose in to camping, and it's brilliant!

We stayed at the campsite in Malham, just down from the cove. Went up straight from work on Friday, popped to the pub for a pie and a cheeky pint, and ended up getting wazzocked and playing pool all night, then back to the campsite for some rumpy pumpy. Best night sleep in years. Sunbathe, nice long walk, pub, food, drink, rumpy pumpy, came home.

Was the best weekend away in a long time, so simple, fresh air, babbly brook, food, ale, missus.

No apologies for lack of lolz, but it's just brilliant being outdoors, so this weekend, if the sun comes out, get out for a walk/cycle/night in a tent and have yourself some outdoors!

Remember, before doors were invented outside was what we called home...

p.s. the sight of her pissing out the tent flap while pissed is one of my better memories:)
( ogwen69 has returned from Reddit, Wed 4 Apr 2012, 19:47, 2 replies)

i read it as...
"pissing out of her tent flaps"

have a click good sir!
(fucknugget the third, Wed 4 Apr 2012, 22:08, closed)

Worth a click
Seems that people who do camp all have at least one of these stories where it all comes together at the same time, and delivers that 'perfect weekend'.

Makes you forget all the rainy tent full of water run to the car at 3am stepping in your own shit disasters.
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