Ahh nights under canvas and the lack of double glazing is a joy to the senses but crap for a nights kip.
Sons 1 & 2, at my prompt, decided to camp out in the garden with friends. At 11.30pm, friend 2 decided he wanted his own bed, so I ran him home. Knowing Son no.2, I moved into the tent to keep him company and true to form he woke up a few times scrabbling around for a light.
At one point an owl flew over and screeched so loud, it sounded like he'd landed on the tent. Son No.2 popped up with "What the!" and then collapsed back asleep. I spent most of the rest of the night listening to rain on the tent, various coughs and barks which are normally hidden by the double glazing and then woke to the dawn chorus.
Oh! and the midgies arrived last night. No scouts, just vast swarms of invaders. Be warned if you come to camp in the Highlands now.
Sons 1 & 2, at my prompt, decided to camp out in the garden with friends. At 11.30pm, friend 2 decided he wanted his own bed, so I ran him home. Knowing Son no.2, I moved into the tent to keep him company and true to form he woke up a few times scrabbling around for a light.
At one point an owl flew over and screeched so loud, it sounded like he'd landed on the tent. Son No.2 popped up with "What the!" and then collapsed back asleep. I spent most of the rest of the night listening to rain on the tent, various coughs and barks which are normally hidden by the double glazing and then woke to the dawn chorus.
Oh! and the midgies arrived last night. No scouts, just vast swarms of invaders. Be warned if you come to camp in the Highlands now.