Son 1 and Son 2 went camping with their chums this week (it being school hols). It turns out that the Spirit of Bear Grylls hasn't quite reached our neck of the woods yet.
- Dad's Taxi was on hand to ferry them and their kit to within yards of the chosen site.
- When I asked what was in one large bag I was told "pillows" - which takes roughing it to a whole new level.
- They had kebabs delivered to the site later that night to top-up their nosh, which included Super Noodles in Tupperware boxes.
Life on the edge eh?
This must be the new trend of "glamping," apart from the fact they were in a woods behind an industrial estate and looked like death-warmed-up (with a strong whiff of campfire) when Dad's Taxi rolled up to collect the intrepid survivalists next morning, to deliver them home for showers and a day in bed!
There's only so much pushing things to the limit that teenagers can take!
I'm so glad I can be a middle-aged curmudgeon and leave camping to the younger generation, which even with added pillows and kebabs, holds no sway over me.
You can't beat a comfy bed, a fridge, lights, a good film, slippers, a spare fridge and a non-smelly heat source for a good night!