My oh my I am a little behind in blogosphere. When I don’t post for a while I start getting a little concerned that I will forget things. I haven’t even written about my lovely trip to the New Forest and there’s still plenty of other images to post, too…
The camping trip was pretty amazing. I’ve never been camping before, other than at Glastonbury, and I don’t really class that as camping. I’m not quite sure how we came to the decision of camping in March in England, which pretty means disaster weather, but it was a rather spontaneous decision. The past week or so had been pretty rough for both of us, I think, so the need to just hop in the car and drive into the distance was very much present. We coasted around the New Forest, whizzed along the west coast around Dorset pretty much taking photos, visiting strange little towns and enjoying both being out of our respective cities.
We called this home for three nights:
I’ve never put up a tent before either so that was another mile stone. I really wish my parents had taken me camping as a kid. We cooked on this ridiculously pathetic stove (actually it wasn’t even a stove, just a pan with firelighters underneath) and I loved it. I ate French Fancies for breakfast, drank beer before bed and was woken up one morning by a wild pony trying to stomp me to death in my tent. What more could I ask for? And I got to wake up to this face every morning:
Beautiful, eh? Anyway, I won’t bore you with the details. Here’s the pretty normal photos from the trip, I’ll post the prettier ones in staggered posts. Here we go…
