Well here is our little trip report.
We parked up and took the packs outs
It was not long before I had to put the pack down and a go one the tyre swing (Noah not me
)
As usually Noah mananged to turn everything into a play ground.
My brother and his friend Dave turned up and I gave Dave my flint and steal kit to get a fire going, due to the amount of rain that had come down the day before most thing were soaked.
after several attempts Dave past it to me and I managed to get the most to busrt into a bit of a flame but failed to take.
So I broke out the fire kit and got a fire going to get a brew on.
Noah and Uncle Bev chilling under one of my old tarp that my brother has no somehow "borrowed" from me. Noah said he wanted the tent for the night so he played under the tarp. My plan is to take him out at home under the tarp to get him used to sleep out in the open.
Noah had a go with Daves cataput, needless to say my brothers friend had a best mate for the night.
Dave decided that he would find some firewood which turned into his chair for the evening.
The nights dinner was pizza cooked in the Trangia, it worked well but took a fair while to cook. (2.5ltr billy, 3 stones to lift the fying pan off the botom to make an oven)
My brother want happy with not having a chair, so fashioned this.
Suprissingly it lasted the night, even getting a back rest a bit later.
Noah had behaved well all evening, listting to what he was told and helping out where he could.
Apart from the catapult i think this was the bit he enjoyed the most.
Pizza was finally done and i started on my calzonie while Noah tucked in.
A late night for Noah, but was tucked up in the tent at 10pm, not a stir from him.
The rest of the night was sat around the camp fire with my brother and Dave. Its amazing how campfires brings people to gether and no matter if you with family, fellow bushcrafters, friends or people you have meet for the first time you always 100's of things to talk about and just as many things to laugh about.
We sat up chatting and listen to a bit of radio until 3am. I dont usually take a radio but this was something brought by Dave and when tuning we came across bbc3, i am sure it would have been a sight if anyone had come across us, 4 lads aged 25 to 33 sitting around camp fire listing to smooth jazz music from 1930's followed by music from the Proms.
Finally photo as we walked back to our cars.
