*click on pic* to see the charcoal wolf in my fire.
I have pontificated often on the most important item in camping: Deckchairs.
I forgot the deckchairs.
While I was pitching camp Jess came running to me with a horrified look on her face. She must have seen a snake or a leopard, I’m sure. “DAD!!” she says breathlessly, horrified, stricken. “DAD!! There’s no wifi here!!” Her idea of hell.