Due to a lack of forward planning and increasing tiredness we recently had the experience of staying on a campsite. It was close to a town, tidy and with a most helpful manager. But it got me thinking...
Maybe it´s the campsite lighting which cuts out the stars and shines into the tent giving it the ambience of a police cell, maybe it´s the views of the toilet block, caravans and houses rather than the wide open spaces, maybe it´s the crescendo of barking in the middle of the night, maybe it´s because we were locked in at 10, maybe it´s the dog walkers who visited the camping area last thing at night, maybe it´s guilt at having all that hot water available and not using it. Maybe it’s something else but, given the choice, I'd much rather be camping wild.
And for the first time in Spain, after 2 weeks, it rained...
Maybe it´s the campsite lighting which cuts out the stars and shines into the tent giving it the ambience of a police cell, maybe it´s the views of the toilet block, caravans and houses rather than the wide open spaces, maybe it´s the crescendo of barking in the middle of the night, maybe it´s because we were locked in at 10, maybe it´s the dog walkers who visited the camping area last thing at night, maybe it´s guilt at having all that hot water available and not using it. Maybe it’s something else but, given the choice, I'd much rather be camping wild.
And for the first time in Spain, after 2 weeks, it rained...
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