A little tale of modest family camping.
A very kind gentleman gave permission for me to take my family camping in some of his woodland. He kindly left us a half oil drum BBQ for the fire and strimmed a patch of ground.
We begged and borrowed tents and sleeping bags, cooking pots and added it to the few bits and pie ces we had already. We pitched the lot under an oak tree and fitted a tarp over head.
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The boys were sent to gather dry dead wood. This activity seemed to involve much whooping and hollering and banging of sticks. Soon great branches were dragged into view and deposited proudly by the drum. They then discovered we had an axe and set about carving the great limbs into chips to toss in the flames. Needless to say, even with guidance and a close watchful eye, I still winced at the reckless abandonment.
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We soon had the fire going and wood smoke and sausage smells filled the wood. Once tummies were sated we settled down to some target practice with the Harris bipod proving an enormous help for the children. They shot until it ran dry of air.
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After a little stick whittling they began to look tired and so started the camp fire tales being read as they listened from inside their tents.
The next morning we rekindled the fire and cooked breakfast before packing our thing and heading back into town.
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The children declared the whole event a resounding success. Soon to be repeated.
A very kind gentleman gave permission for me to take my family camping in some of his woodland. He kindly left us a half oil drum BBQ for the fire and strimmed a patch of ground.
We begged and borrowed tents and sleeping bags, cooking pots and added it to the few bits and pie ces we had already. We pitched the lot under an oak tree and fitted a tarp over head.
http://s792.photobucket.com/albums/yy208/philhorner/?action=view¤t=008.jpg
The boys were sent to gather dry dead wood. This activity seemed to involve much whooping and hollering and banging of sticks. Soon great branches were dragged into view and deposited proudly by the drum. They then discovered we had an axe and set about carving the great limbs into chips to toss in the flames. Needless to say, even with guidance and a close watchful eye, I still winced at the reckless abandonment.
http://s792.photobucket.com/albums/yy208/philhorner/?action=view¤t=012.jpg
We soon had the fire going and wood smoke and sausage smells filled the wood. Once tummies were sated we settled down to some target practice with the Harris bipod proving an enormous help for the children. They shot until it ran dry of air.
http://s792.photobucket.com/albums/yy208/philhorner/?action=view¤t=191.jpg
After a little stick whittling they began to look tired and so started the camp fire tales being read as they listened from inside their tents.
The next morning we rekindled the fire and cooked breakfast before packing our thing and heading back into town.
http://s792.photobucket.com/albums/yy208/philhorner/?action=view¤t=204.jpg
The children declared the whole event a resounding success. Soon to be repeated.
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