The weather looked iffy but we were determined to get out there and face what the day would throw at us. A cook out in the woods was what everyone wanted to do so off we toddled.
What does it take to carry out the required kit and scran for a family of five? Well...these really. A Maxp CondorII
A Maxp (we like Maxp) Sitka for all the bits that I couldn't cram into the Condor.
And Owen carried the Swedish Gasmask bag that had the brew kit in. It was a good job I briefed him on the contents. At first glance he thought the meths safety fuel bottle was a fire extinguisher which, as you shall read, could have had catastrophic consequences!
After a short bimble we found a good spot for a fly camp but it needed a little trim.
All set up and ready to crack on with some food for the munchkins. It rained on and off the whole time but never really more than spitting and the sun felt unseasonably warm when it popped out occasionally.
Me getting physical with a partially constructed honey stove.
Hotdogs are the hot food of choice in the woods for the Prawnster household.
It was moments after this picture of me stuffing my face that the the (not so) curious case of spontaneous combustion occurred. I had put a crusader cup on the stove for a brew but hadn't brought any gloves for picking it up by the handles. I pulled my sleeve down over my fingers and reached for it through the flames. I then heard my dear lady wife say quite calmly 'Your arm's on fire.'
'What? Don't be daft love'
She then proceeded to start hitting me open handed across the chest. Her voice was now a little more high pitched 'You're on fire!! You're on fire!! Oh no the flames are all up your back now!!' I felt a little warm and could smell smoke but otherwise would have been totally unaware that I was cooking. I had not seen any flames at all!! The flames went out as quick as they'd started. It must have been the fluffy lint on my cotton top that had obviously ignited and then not got hot enough to ignite the top properly. Cue hilarity: 'Hey kids, you're dad was just on fire hahaha!'
We then did a litte tree climbing
And then Owen and I had a crack at a figure 4 deadfall trap which worked first time! If we ever fancy bbq squirrel we'll be well in.
A very enjoyable and eventful day out.
What does it take to carry out the required kit and scran for a family of five? Well...these really. A Maxp CondorII
A Maxp (we like Maxp) Sitka for all the bits that I couldn't cram into the Condor.
And Owen carried the Swedish Gasmask bag that had the brew kit in. It was a good job I briefed him on the contents. At first glance he thought the meths safety fuel bottle was a fire extinguisher which, as you shall read, could have had catastrophic consequences!
After a short bimble we found a good spot for a fly camp but it needed a little trim.
All set up and ready to crack on with some food for the munchkins. It rained on and off the whole time but never really more than spitting and the sun felt unseasonably warm when it popped out occasionally.
Me getting physical with a partially constructed honey stove.
Hotdogs are the hot food of choice in the woods for the Prawnster household.
It was moments after this picture of me stuffing my face that the the (not so) curious case of spontaneous combustion occurred. I had put a crusader cup on the stove for a brew but hadn't brought any gloves for picking it up by the handles. I pulled my sleeve down over my fingers and reached for it through the flames. I then heard my dear lady wife say quite calmly 'Your arm's on fire.'
'What? Don't be daft love'
She then proceeded to start hitting me open handed across the chest. Her voice was now a little more high pitched 'You're on fire!! You're on fire!! Oh no the flames are all up your back now!!' I felt a little warm and could smell smoke but otherwise would have been totally unaware that I was cooking. I had not seen any flames at all!! The flames went out as quick as they'd started. It must have been the fluffy lint on my cotton top that had obviously ignited and then not got hot enough to ignite the top properly. Cue hilarity: 'Hey kids, you're dad was just on fire hahaha!'
We then did a litte tree climbing
And then Owen and I had a crack at a figure 4 deadfall trap which worked first time! If we ever fancy bbq squirrel we'll be well in.
A very enjoyable and eventful day out.
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