Weekend Pioneers, and by Pioneer, I mean glorified camper.

Right around this time of year, every year, I get an itch.  And that itches name is, Camping.  Becoming one with nature, sleeping in a tent, cooking over a fire.  Sounds amazing, doesn't it?  It doesn't help that while sorting through the last year of pictures, I came across all our camping pictures.  I love our camping trips, mostly because there is no men allowed on them.  Only the boys that we've bore are allowed to go.  We're not sexist or anything, we just like "roughing it" on our own.  It's kind of an annual Pioneering Women weekend.&nbs...more

I think it's cheaper to eat while your camping than it is to eat at home. And you can't beat ...more

And the caravan has all my friends*

Remember when I wanted to go camping in this caravan? I think I found a better one....more

Tasty Travels in a 2CV - Hampshire to Tuscany via Bellissimo Barolo

Swordfish in a Thyme and Parsley Pesto - Prawn Crostini - Camping FoodsI’m all for fulfilling ones childhood dreams, so when my dear Sebby told me that it was his to go on an adventure in a Citroen 2CV around North Africa, I of course encouraged him, and besides, I owed him for my fulfilment by having supper at Cinderella’s in Disneyland last year... READ MORE...more

Sarah and Kate go camping...sort of.

Last night on Sarah Palin's reality show, she and her family went camping with Kate Gosselin and her 8 kids. I knew it would be a disaster, hence the reason I watched it. I just didn't realize that I would come out of it with some respect for Sarah Palin, and even more disdain for Kate Gosselin....more

Lice, Leonardo and Why I'll Never Poke a One Eyed Gypsy in her Last Eye Again *BAD LANGUAGE WARNING*

A group camping trip from 2009 remembered....with horror.... As of right now I'm not sure whether our trip was cursed, or if it's like a total group curse from which we'll only recover if we sacrifice a chicken in a blizzard - or something. It started off with me being released from work 2 hours early and heading home - thinking, oh yeah!...more

Camping culture shock: England vs. Canada

I’ll admit I was expecting some trees. Camping would be the perfect break from the cacophony of London, I needed – respite from the queues, the cost and the constant threat of pickpockets and train delays.For the peace of the countryside, I was willing to incur a few itchy welts and fall slack with my hygiene. From my tent in the shadow of the trees, I would mistake the sound of the wind for traffic, and the buzz of mosquitoes for shit electronica reverberating through from the neighbour's flat. But then I would awake to my refreshing new reality in the countryside. And I would take a long, deep breath of clean country air and smile contentedly – completely relaxed and rejuvenated. There would be little to do, other than play cards in the dancing orange light around the campfire, and perhaps cool our beer in the frigid North Atlantic sand.I had no idea what I was in for, but driving through a military weapons test site on the way to the campground was the first sign I wasn’t going to get the peace I’d been expecting....more

Naughty George does his stuff....... as always

I was just filing the pics from my camping holiday, when I noticed a picture of Naughty George in the melee. It was a picture of him sitting atop a cliff looking all innocent as though butter wouldn't melt in his snout. On his face he had that placid expression that he generally adopts to lull would-be petters into a false sense of security. ...more

Naughty George does his stuff....... as always

I was just filing the pics from my camping holiday, when I noticed a picture of Naughty George in the melee. It was a picture of him sitting atop a cliff looking all innocent as though butter wouldn't melt in his snout. On his face he had that placid expression that he generally adopts to lull would-be petters into a false sense of security. ...more

Part 2 of my Heathen Holiday

Blimey. Amongst all the excitement of the caption competition, I nearly forgot to do the post on the second part of my camping trip. How could I forget that? Living like a badger, virtually grubbing around for insects and foraging for fruit and nuts. Well ok, it wasn't quite that bad. There was a stove in the tent so that we could cook bacon sandwiches, but I still had to eat them in the open air like a squirrel, with the wind blowing mud onto them and wasps attacking me.... and then I would have to jump around trying to swat them, looking like a mentalist to boot....more

Part 1 of my Heathen Holiday

'So, where the bloody hell are the snaps from your camping holiday?' I hear you cry. Yeh, yeh. I am behind and it is all my fault. For some bizarre reason, I decided to take a hundred million pictures of absolutely everything I encountered whilst on holiday, and have had to spend the last couple of days trying to whittle them down to a select few. I basically worked on the premise that the pictures with me in were great, and the scenery ones were boring. ...more