Ma heed tells me am only 21 but my back and ma legs tell me different...............more like 121 

Ma heed tells me am only 21 but my back and ma legs tell me different...............more like 121![]()
yep used to be every summer holiday day od into the new Forest Grockle hunting with Holly bows n Arrows and a Big Cheap nasty Survival knife ( you know Compass on the hollow handle and Catty on the sheath )
even when older me and a mate would spend every weekend on his dads land fire basha Rifles etc (he was in the army at the time to )
He even managed a class chat up when we went into town Asked a girl if when wanted a night of Ruff Sex in a barn and it worked she want phased by being taxied out to the middle of nowhere and dropped off at teh end of a track surrounded by field :O
ATB
Duncan
I know it's only a few years ago but my kit has vastly increased even for overnighters but that was back when you came back and your stomach was in knots from overdosing on super noodles cooked in a cheap morrisons milk pot with a tin of Grannys soup being the main course, then retiring to be in your 0.5 desert season sleeping bag rated to about +40 in Scotland at typically 0 degrees and chittering yourself to sleep.
Then going home and sleeping for HOURS trying to catch up, have to say I much prefer having a bit of knowledge and some good kit now. Returning home well fed and well rested is extrememly welcome to when I look back to a few years ago and a two day camping trip ended with a 4 day hangover!
my mates and i do similar sorts of things these days, but with knives/axes and sleeping bags.
I reckon we need more kit as we get older just to keep it bearable. Looking back usually involves rose tinted glasses and we forget we were a lot younger and forget we were freezing cold at times. Yeah! Grumpy old man I know. :vio:
We just cuddled more folks into the tent
And were we chuffed when we got the closed cell foam mats ?Brilliant, no cold underneath, no damp, and they weighed nothing, even if they were bulky.
M
Being born a 3 minute walk from the city centre, the only grass we saw was growing out of gutters but we lived in a golden street. There was a derelict site that was once the local swimming baths where we lit our fire from the wood...borrowed..from the wood yard.
We had a huge bakery that supplied half of Merseyside with bread and cakes, a lemonade factory and a shop at the end of the street that would be open till midnight.
The shop supplied our spuds for the fire (borrowed again) the bakery we borrowed the warmest of unsliced loaves and washed it down with the lemonade supplied by me and my best mate as we were the best climbers and to top it all we had fresh fruit supplied by me as my mam was a barra woman, those were the days.
Chinese copies of a Buck 112 Josh, that's all we had...![]()
'Cuddled', nice adjective Mary,![]()
I've just thought, the last few 'mosh' meets have been like them apart from using grown up sleep systems and a dearth of fragrant floosies.
Think this was partly my fault lol
I know it's only a few years ago but my kit has vastly increased even for overnighters but that was back when you came back and your stomach was in knots from overdosing on super noodles cooked in a cheap morrisons milk pot with a tin of Grannys soup being the main course, then retiring to be in your 0.5 desert season sleeping bag rated to about +40 in Scotland at typically 0 degrees and chittering yourself to sleep.
Then going home and sleeping for HOURS trying to catch up, have to say I much prefer having a bit of knowledge and some good kit now. Returning home well fed and well rested is extrememly welcome to when I look back to a few years ago and a two day camping trip ended with a 4 day hangover!
Tam, four of us in a three man tent were like sausages in their pack. Nae room to do anything but coorie down and sleep
M