Without the new ugly coat, sorry, the ugly coat I’ve borrowed from a kindly fat man, I wouldn’t have been able to do my steps this last week or so. I could drive to the gym to use a machine I suppose, but I don’t know about that.
I feel like I’m on a camping trip when I’m out in the coat. Frenchie and I love camping. Over the years I’ve had a variety of ugly camping coats and this one fits the bill perfectly. There are photos of the family on holiday in the 1960s in which we’re wearing a selection of parkas, huge jumpers, rain coats but with bare legs and doctor scholl sandals or flip flops. That’s still my camping dress code, with one or two nice weather outfits just in case. We always went away at the same time of year and took whatever weather happened and largely enjoyed it…..as I remember.
We’ve camped in some very wet weather, Frenchie and I remember sitting in a van on a cliff top in the pouring rain, eating sugar puffs straight from the box, watching the sea, doing crosswords, reading. We re-run that almost annually. Last year we were parked up in the rain facing Burgh Island watching an episode of Agatha Christie’s Poirot that was filmed there. Camping with an iPad is top level. We had the view of the island hotel in front of us and on screen, we laughed and cheered, we drank coffee, we ate muffins, Frenchie knitted, it was heaven. As you can see Frenchie and I have to holiday together as no one else could get that level of joy from that level of entertainment. Our idea of a good time is a taste most don’t care to acquire. Cornflake for instance is horrified at the thought.
We have a four man tent, you could fit one more person in at a push but we have outsize camp beds and super huge sleeping bags. We have tent carpet and inflatable arm chairs too. Frenchie is very proud of our kitchen facilities. I wouldn’t necessarily describe what we do as glamping, it’s definitely not wild camping and it’s not basic, it’s comfy camping, compfing? A few years back we stopped at a camp site that had a cold water hosepipe shower and a long drop compost toilet.
Anything once but probably not twice, sums that experience up.
Sadly no camping this year, Frenchie is breaking in a new knee on her island.
I will be doing the annual Scotland road trip so plenty of wet weather coat weather to come no doubt.
fat tart 
That was brilliant! Compfing is the new Glamping! Too many hilarious tales to tell but my favourite was, us laying n the oversized camp beds, listening through tent walls to the man reading a ‘goodnight’ book to his children. And when he stopped and said goodnight – us shouting ‘No! More, another chapter’, in chorus with his children! ❤️
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