Camping with Friends: Hot Coals and Tent Poles!
“So, err Daz, where did you put the tent poles?...” Hmm, sounds ominous! I’ll come back to that question in a moment. A camping trip that has been in the diary for a little while now has been a night out with a group of lads, most of whom I’ve been good friends with since nursery school. We’ve grown up playing football together, raced our matchbox cars around race tracks that we made from clothes pegs, we’ve drawn blood after many a tumultuous race on our skateboards down the alleys. We even built a memorable ‘camp’ up the woods out of sticks and discarded junk which we called ‘smelly camp’ because we once found a dog poo outside the entrance. Alas, that was all a long time ago. I could also regale a tale or two of the more colourful teenage years in which we discovered girls and alcohol but they’re probably not appropriate for this blog! Nowadays the lads enjoy far more sensible pursuits such as football, DIY, football, spending inordinate sums of money on craft beer and foo...