summer camp..

seems i can't get enough of the tent-life this summer
i'd wager i've actually spent more time in a tent this summer than oria, who had at its start expressed a wish to inhabit hers for the whole season.
camping while still going into work everyday was brilliant. it probably wouldn't have worked out quite so well if i hadn't have honed such amazing skills of make-up application while in a car....but thankfully i have..many years ago
anyway i am curious as to why camping is so great...when it rained last week, mid-way through the five days of camping, i had that minute-long decision maker of - how is this going to wreck the time here...? - it wasn't a hard decision...in all fairness, mud and rain at glastonbury without working showers or the potential to ever be dry again is one thing..camping with your own patio heater is quite another.
the rain doesn't have to ruin anything, in fact i love the noise of the rain pouring down when i'm tucked up in bed in my tent...its lovely.
this is quite possibly one of the most pointless posts i've ever made on here....
but when i leave work in a few hours i'm off, for another few sleeps under some plastic sticks and some canvas. the west country is in for a stormy few days, so i'm partly steeling myself here, and partly revelling in the fact that i am off, again, making the most of the summer, my youth and the three day weekend i've bagged myself...
one more week left at work and all's well. i'm learning how, in my head, to say no, so that when the end of next week comes and they ask me if i can in anyway stay one more week, i'm ready with an answer. the right answer.

i fear i may be losing the ability to blog. or at least the ability to blog to inform or entertain in anyway
dear and loyal reader, i apologise...
camping-focused prose is, i am sure, not what you signed up for.
i'm just happy about it that's all