No prizes for fashion at camp....

...said LLCoolJim today. I suspect Nancy and Mrs LLCoolJim are stretching that to the limit, but what do I know about camping chic?

I fell asleep in front of the fire in my shorts last night, and burnt all the hair off my shins.

Up way too early for a Sunday this morning; the snooz fest was broken up by a helicopter spraying trees in the next glen at 7am and the dog next door crying for attention every 5 minutes. That's camping for you.

The sun was shining and the a superb breaky of sausages on rolls with instant coffee tasted surprisingly amazing in the fresh country air.

We struck camp without incident, and said thanks and goodbye to the CoolJims for a great weekend; we were heading to Joyce and Alastair's for lunch. The drive through Selkirk, Coldstream, Kelso, Greenlaw, and Duns was lovely....each pretty in it's own way.

Weekend starts here