September 2006
- 20
On Camping
The first time was with the cub scouts and my Dad transported me to the field early, gaining me a place in the far end of the tent. He congratulated me at securing the advantage, though the credit was entirely his. As it transpired I was indeed spared the tramp of overhead or amusedly malicious feet, but then I myself had to weave my way across sardine-like bodies when I needed to pee, or retire,…