Thursday, 7 August 2008

British Camping


Huddled in what was left of the tent, with the rain drum-rolling overhead, they watched the other campers clomping over fields trying to find boots, towels, wetsuits, pots, bedding and pets, as the wind played tag with them.
Shivering, mum said, “well at least a tropical storm is bleeding warm.”

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