Canvas

We have bought a tent. A proper one. A decent, family-sized one that we can have fun camping in, even if it’s just in our back garden because the ongoing virus shenanigans prevent us from leaving the County. It was second-hand, but in good condition. I think the couple bought it with the idea of visiting lots of festivals last Summer, so it’s basically sat in their garage while they’ve waited for everything to re-open again. In the meantime, the lady of the house has had a change of heart and decided that spending time living in a home that is basically a sheet, probably in the middle of a muddy field, and almost certainly surrounded by suspect youths and ne’er-do-wells is not something that she ever really found that attractive. So they’re getting rid… so we swept in with a bid and now we have a tent.
I’m very excited about the prospect of giving it a go at home sometime soon, but less excited about the idea of having to grapple to erect the bloody thing, as the instructions seem to have been printed in a language that doesn’t exist anywhere in Europe, and the accompanying pictures are of a tent that is nothing like the one inside the packaging. But there we are – life is an adventure, especially when you’re camping, so we’ll give it a go on the back lawn soon and see how well we get on. It’s hard to know which is more likely – Philippa and I falling out while trying to co-operate on putting the thing up in the first place, or Philippa spending one night in it before realising she hates the whole concept and vowing never to do it again.

RC 13-6-21