Sunday Peter was trialing a tent that he was contemplating buying off a friend. Everyone knows my feelings on camping but I was feeling a bit flat this morning so who am I to stand in the way of a reason to sit back with a coffee and be thoroughly entertained.
The friend had decided he was going to buy a camper van after camping in the tent over Christmas. That, right there, should be a clue as to whether buying the tent is a wise move.
First things first, get the tent out of the bag. Good start.
Next, fight dog off.
Father and daughter in pursuit of the same goal. No doubting who Molly’s father is.
All, with the exception of those wise enough to keep out of it (the fourth missing family member), get in to have a go.
A girl on a mission.
Some sort of demented, spider, tent thing.
Well done, its nearly up.
Twelve and a half minutes to get it up. I suppose that’s fifty minutes better than that last tent, which, incidentally, was sold after one use.
You know how when you put together kit set furniture there is always one piece left over, well that’s rather a large piece Pete.
Molly is right to look worried, Lulu aka mini-Rambo with a mallet. What were they thinking?
At the end of the day the tent went up and down and was packed away in less than an hour. Even I will concede that’s pretty good. Now I suppose I’ll have to sleep in it at some point.