tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467242994126386706.post5920623550688239203..comments2024-03-28T07:49:04.960+00:00Comments on nickhereandnow: Camping it upnickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10472673041193755894noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467242994126386706.post-4334092204550105082007-04-29T16:41:00.000+01:002007-04-29T16:41:00.000+01:00Good grief! I had to google Kaffe Fassett to find ...Good grief! I had to google Kaffe Fassett to find out who or what it was!! Stop blinding me with science!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467242994126386706.post-18380801500085229152007-04-29T10:44:00.000+01:002007-04-29T10:44:00.000+01:00Kaffe Fassett would welcome you with a set of size...Kaffe Fassett would welcome you with a set of size 10's and some four ply at the ready Nick!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467242994126386706.post-30562222594933785892007-04-26T14:01:00.000+01:002007-04-26T14:01:00.000+01:00Lucky you being able to opt out after one dreadful...Lucky you being able to opt out after one dreadful night (though I could have run away from scout camp I suppose). And was the dog known as Rusty after that?? Hot water and electricity - absolutely. Not to mention a comfortable bed and even room service if you're totally self-indulgent. Love the pictures on your blog - it almost makes me want to take up knitting (but not quite).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467242994126386706.post-48763963885475152662007-04-25T23:01:00.000+01:002007-04-25T23:01:00.000+01:00My worst and only camping experience was the plan ...My worst and only camping experience was the plan to walk The Two Moors Way, camping as we went and we happened to set off the w/e of the Fastnet Disaster back in 1979 (I think).So wet in one night under canvas the dog's collar went rusty and that was me and camping finished for ever.I've even got through bringing up three very outdoorsy children and always managed to avoid camping,give me hot water and electricity any day of the week.dovegreyreaderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03476787364182624719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467242994126386706.post-4994627002608447942007-04-13T22:28:00.000+01:002007-04-13T22:28:00.000+01:00Sorry, I can't quite see mud, rain and wildlife as...Sorry, I can't quite see mud, rain and wildlife as adventurous myself - my idea of adventure takes the form of clambering round the Mourne Mountains (see Mountain Fever), visiting other countries and doing things that shake up my life. But that reminds me, I also camped out at one of the legendary Isle of Wight rock festivals and judging by your experience it doesn't look as if anything's changed very much....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467242994126386706.post-69175456277396441892007-04-13T21:23:00.000+01:002007-04-13T21:23:00.000+01:00Aww come on Nick where's the adventure in ordering...Aww come on Nick where's the adventure in ordering room service and having access to your own mini-bar? <BR/><BR/>Now being all outoorsy that's where it's at. Apart from the dirt the, the rain and the wildlife, but technically they are defined as 'fun' challenges. <BR/><BR/>The only camping I ever did was at music festivals. My tent always leaked, people continually bumed into it and there's was generally too much noise to fall asleep with out the assistance of alcohol. Oh, and at the Leeds festival in 2004 there was a riot so bad they had to get police helicopters out. Where was I? Fast asleep in my damp tent. I Guess growing up in Northern Ireland does have it's perks!<BR/><BR/>S.McGrathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03542872447180411595noreply@blogger.com