Camping

Well hello again and my physis is back from its Summer break, nicely tanned and raring to go.

So raring in fact it has decided to go camping, which is something of a major breakthrough, given that my general hatred of camping is well known.

Hatred is such a strong word I should find something better perhaps...let's try loathe. Me and camping are like cows and motorbikes. They just don't go together.

However, having had a fun time away in our caravan and seeing my eldest son enjoy camping out in the garden I decided that it was time to roll up my feelings and do the decent Dad thing and take him away for a weekend under canvass. With this in mind I spent last night with him by way of practice and we had a fun time, apart from the cold and the general misery of being in a sleeping bag on hard ground.

My physis needed to start small, which is always a good tip if you want to go in a direction and need to find a way to get started.

So we will go away in the next few weeks and I will keep you posted.

In the mean time, don't be surprised if you pass a Friesian on a Yamaha... vroom, vroom, moo, moo!