No.12

No.12 - that's the number of our campsite pitch. We have travelled down to St. agnes in Cornwall for a friends wedding and in the world of stupidity we decided camp. After putting our tent up in the rain and eating our pasta cooked on the camping stove we have enjoyed a bottle of champers left over from our wedding. It has stopped raining now would you believe it!....but its better that it rains now, rather than tomorrow on our friends wedding day! I think that the white flowers around our pitch number are wild garlic because I keep smelling wafts of sweet garlic. Hoping for a good nights sleep without getting too cold and wet!