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Sep. 2nd, 2006 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolUm, I want to write a long post about the awesomeness of camp, but I am currently very tired and as such incapable of summing up the awesomeness. I will, naturally, try my best before I crawl into bed and try to massage some life back into my aching muscles.
So. I wandered around to Simon's before I left for camp, and managed to carefully abduct him (it was a combination of cajoling and emotional blackmail) and drag him to camp for the night. ME FOR THE WIN. I then spent much of teh day being guilty, although I had far too much fun tramping through forestry and dragging back firewood.
The thing is, the weather was supposed to be dreadful, but it was actually really lovely. The sun was shining, and once camp was set up (I missed most of it, which I feel a bit guilty for) I sat in the sunshine and did the washing up and drank Tescos Extra Value tea. It was really rather lovely, as I laughed at Dan trying to skewer a chicken, and had lots of downright silly coversations with lovely people I don't get to see enough.
Tea itself was a bit odd. Lovely once it turned up, but apparently spit-roasting chicken is a salmonella adventure all in its own right. The vegetables, chopped skillfully by Simon and myself, were much better, if I say so myself.
Once all that was over, I proceeded to run around a lot in the forest. Well, I ran around and then hid behind a tree for twenty-five solid minutes, whilst the people meant to be finding me, erm, didn't. GLORIFIED HIDE AND SEEK IS BRILLIANT. The pain in my leg muscles from crouching down for that amount of time is now burning like fire, but it was completely worth it, I swear.
Anyway. I decided not to drink (other than a couple of swigs of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
helonleg's mead, which was medicinal, I swear) and then decamped to bed. For the first time in a long time, I was actually warm at a camp, cue to emotionally guilt-tripping Simon into staying. HURRAH FOR OTHER HUMAN BEINGS.
This morning, however, it was bucketing it down with rain and still is now. I had decided yesterday to only stay one day, in a vague attempt to try and be a dutiful daughter and to try and keep an eye on things (just in case; things, actually, are currently on the Up, which is hopeful) and I had to dive during the quiet bit of the rainfall. Seriously, the weather was beyond a joke at about eleven this morning and it's getting nasty again now. I hope it works out well for them; I'd really like to have been there tonight.
Anyway. I now have two weeks to myself in which I will do very little until I leave for university. This week, I plan on tifying my room, and next week is a vigorous packing. Also going to Blackpool on Wednesday; my urge for a cheesy seaside resort is being tempered by the novelty of going to Blackpool with Simon, who has never been which I can't actually believe, and seeing the Illuminations. SO CHEESY.
(The Illuminations, for anyone not from Britain or just generally confused, is this historic tradition in Blackpool. Blackpool is a Seaside Resort that a lot of people used to go to in the two weeks holidays when workers actually got rights, and now is just stays as a sort of combination of Victorian holidays and cheesy 1950s sex humour. There are donkeys on the beaches, Kiss Me Quick hats, a great big funfair and the infamous Blackpool Tower, which is like a crappy version of the Eiffel Tower. It also still has trams, mostly used by tourists, along the Golden Mile as the beaches are called. The Illuminations used to just be on the Golden Mile to astonishe the Victorians with electric lights; now, it's a huge display that goes on for what feels like forever, in an attempt to keep the tourists coming during the winter months. It is is the epitome of British cheesiness, and weirdly, I love it in small doses.)
Right. I'm going to go and hide somewhere and try to warm up and try to ignore the England vs Andorra match on the telly. It's Andorra. Who cares? (No offence, Andorra. I think you are a fab country.)
~Hathy_Col~
So. I wandered around to Simon's before I left for camp, and managed to carefully abduct him (it was a combination of cajoling and emotional blackmail) and drag him to camp for the night. ME FOR THE WIN. I then spent much of teh day being guilty, although I had far too much fun tramping through forestry and dragging back firewood.
The thing is, the weather was supposed to be dreadful, but it was actually really lovely. The sun was shining, and once camp was set up (I missed most of it, which I feel a bit guilty for) I sat in the sunshine and did the washing up and drank Tescos Extra Value tea. It was really rather lovely, as I laughed at Dan trying to skewer a chicken, and had lots of downright silly coversations with lovely people I don't get to see enough.
Tea itself was a bit odd. Lovely once it turned up, but apparently spit-roasting chicken is a salmonella adventure all in its own right. The vegetables, chopped skillfully by Simon and myself, were much better, if I say so myself.
Once all that was over, I proceeded to run around a lot in the forest. Well, I ran around and then hid behind a tree for twenty-five solid minutes, whilst the people meant to be finding me, erm, didn't. GLORIFIED HIDE AND SEEK IS BRILLIANT. The pain in my leg muscles from crouching down for that amount of time is now burning like fire, but it was completely worth it, I swear.
Anyway. I decided not to drink (other than a couple of swigs of
helonleg's mead, which was medicinal, I swear) and then decamped to bed. For the first time in a long time, I was actually warm at a camp, cue to emotionally guilt-tripping Simon into staying. HURRAH FOR OTHER HUMAN BEINGS.This morning, however, it was bucketing it down with rain and still is now. I had decided yesterday to only stay one day, in a vague attempt to try and be a dutiful daughter and to try and keep an eye on things (just in case; things, actually, are currently on the Up, which is hopeful) and I had to dive during the quiet bit of the rainfall. Seriously, the weather was beyond a joke at about eleven this morning and it's getting nasty again now. I hope it works out well for them; I'd really like to have been there tonight.
Anyway. I now have two weeks to myself in which I will do very little until I leave for university. This week, I plan on tifying my room, and next week is a vigorous packing. Also going to Blackpool on Wednesday; my urge for a cheesy seaside resort is being tempered by the novelty of going to Blackpool with Simon, who has never been which I can't actually believe, and seeing the Illuminations. SO CHEESY.
(The Illuminations, for anyone not from Britain or just generally confused, is this historic tradition in Blackpool. Blackpool is a Seaside Resort that a lot of people used to go to in the two weeks holidays when workers actually got rights, and now is just stays as a sort of combination of Victorian holidays and cheesy 1950s sex humour. There are donkeys on the beaches, Kiss Me Quick hats, a great big funfair and the infamous Blackpool Tower, which is like a crappy version of the Eiffel Tower. It also still has trams, mostly used by tourists, along the Golden Mile as the beaches are called. The Illuminations used to just be on the Golden Mile to astonishe the Victorians with electric lights; now, it's a huge display that goes on for what feels like forever, in an attempt to keep the tourists coming during the winter months. It is is the epitome of British cheesiness, and weirdly, I love it in small doses.)
Right. I'm going to go and hide somewhere and try to warm up and try to ignore the England vs Andorra match on the telly. It's Andorra. Who cares? (No offence, Andorra. I think you are a fab country.)
~Hathy_Col~
