(that won't make any sense unless you keep abreast of the comments) (and no, vicus, I'm not referring to parts of the female form)
okay, so some of us are camping. . . I decided we'd not have any old tents, but teepees:
and I know how much people like their privacy (well, I do), so it's a tent each. . . erected in a semi-circle. . .
. . .by the side of a lake, with a huge warming campfire at the centre of the semi-circle!
so for those who like sailing, we'll go Swallows and Amazons, shall we?
(I think we'll take these mugs, just for the sake of displaying our intellectual credibility - what do you think? or maybe we should stick to enamel, or plain old tupperware even) (there will also be midnight skinny-dipping, for those with a sense of frivolous adventure) (no links for an image of that - you can use your imagination!)
and before bedtime (whatever time it might be - early/late evening, or after twelve), toasting marshmallows seems like a good idea:
we'll need people to volunteer to collect firewood, and we'll need to remember to take insect repellent; what was that green gunk called that when you were a scout or guide you slathered on the bottom of pans, so the pans would clean easily once you'd cooked over a fire with them? was it swafega? we'll need some of that; oh and some food too - and perhaps someone could try fishing? fresh water for drinking and teeth cleaning is a must, as is digging those holes quite a way away from the tents (you know, "latrines". . .) (*pegs nose*)
and we need someone with a guitar to play us a tune in the evening (sadly, I am currently humming "oh you'll never get to heaven. . . in a biscuit tin. . . . cos a biscuit tin. . . . 's got biscuits in") (so whoever brings the guitar, please make sure you bring a song-book too, eh)
what have I forgotten?
(the Love Heart Bingo results will be published soon, I'm just enjoying this outdoor experience right now!)