You know when you put your blogs down the side of the thing and the Internet magically updates the titles? So all you have to do to get everyone's latest posts is to click on the side of the thing? And everyone gets to see that you do honestly read them too?
Well, when I got in there from my SECOND night out without any strawberries this week, I read down through the list of latest posts:
Camping is = Crabapple jelly, sorting sheep, and the perfect summer's day.
Now I can honestly say that none of these things would appear in my definition of camping. Which is relevant here tonight because as I got in from my SECOND night out without any strawberries this week PC was googling away on the search for some suitable accomodation for the week he is taking off soon, and unimpressed by results he said, "We could just go camping?"
This is fine. I love camping. We did say that we were taking a little break this summer. But camping is fine. There's just never an absolute guarantee that in the frozen North there will be crabapple jelly, sorting sheep or even the perfect summer's day....
(Still no pictures here in Strawberry Land, so no shots of glamping or even google snatches of The Guard- both of which I would most highly recommend!)