Friday Camping

Friday, the end of term for some. Even though I'm working all week on the summer programme next week I feel like I'm on holiday too. Maybe it's because for the first time in 6 years I'm not in charge. That's Colin's job this year.

For the last few weeks Colin has been a bit of star, given I've been a bit all over the place since grandad died, so as a wee thank you I agreed to go camping. Sitting in the wood shelter, with a fire and a glass of wine I was almost convinced that I like camping. The rain through the night made me think otherwise.