Fresh canvas

We’re going camping next weekend. We’re borrowing a large tent from Philippa’s boss Tom and staying at a place that Philippa describes as ‘quiet and beautiful.’
I said ‘that sounds like a description of my perfect woman’ and got punched in the ribs.
I’m not sure about camping. I think that if God had meant us to sleep outside he would have fitted mattresses to our backs. I also have a large collection of horror stories from other people who have tried it, including my sister Hannah, who had a drunken man mistake her tent for his last year, and climb in with her while shouting ‘this ****ing sleeping bag is smaller than last night.” And this, don’t forget, was at a Christians-only campsite.
There is, however, something very appealing about squeezing into a small, confined space with Philippa and having to cuddle up close to keep warm. I’m hoping the nights will be chilly……

RC 5-7-11