Camping - my worst nightmare. Lovely photograph. Oh to be young again (just for a while).
Hauling down the tent in the rain, and then travelling home with two wet dogs was the worst experience.
I guess she did not forget anything!
Nope, she is in training to be a Sherpa...
That reminds me of the first night hike my son did when he was a Scout. It was February and so he had masses of stuff. We reckoned that if he tipped backwards he'd be like a tortoise on his back with legs flailing and unable to tip himself back the right way! I hate camping, but he's been off with his mates under canvas this week. Arilx
I used to take the children camping occasionally and they enjoyed it.