We didn't bring wood to burn so our main fun was gathering. I unwillingly ate a tiny amount
of bacon. It was in a sandwich I bought and halfway through i'm like...wait a minute, what's this
weird taste. I know, I just called bacon weird. WEIRD!
Apart from that it was the regular old, drunken camping trip, complete with night trips for branches, clumsy and somewhat reckless ways of gathering said branches, sausages and marshmallows, chips (Um yummo)
and my trusty little MP3 player with Liane's speakers.
Did I mention we were on an island?
What good camping sites do you suggest?
Candles are out,