wully
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Went oot camping last night
Me and Fruitcake drove up to the Welly in -2 fog and thawed out on arrival with steaming bowls of Cullen Skink
Met up with Mr&Mrs Cunning Fox and hung around a while to see if the other three would turn up then hoofed it to the campsite which was quiet but not deserted and very pretty with the snow on the mountains.
Selected a nice spot close to a fire circle and got the tents up.
Once the tents were sorted out it was time to light the fire- nane 'o yer poofy fire lighters for us though..
Fruitcake had been given a steel sparker thingy for crimbo so it was put to use.
Some considerable time afterwards we had the beginings of a fire...
So it was time for a wee refreshment while the tarp was rigged beside the fire .
Arty farty ( i.e. crap ) shot sitting around the campfire which TBH never really got going so we warmed ourselves from the inside.....
Then retired to the Clachaig for some food , drink and the promise of music from the live band.
I think we were pretty hungry as this was a full plate when I put my hand in my pocket to get the camera...
So after supper some of the extensive and ever changing beers on tap were sampled while the 'band' played on.
Brochure shot:
At chucking out time, we were chucked out and wandered off down the road for the short walk to the tents.
Does this look like a sober man?
Tucked up and cosy was I until about 03:30 when one of the beers I'd drank decided to disagree with me. A very sharp exit from the tent was required followed by an uncomfortable hour or so on the bog in the fecking freezing cold. It was snowing when I eventually felt it was safe to return to the tent.
Morning came with a welcome cup of fresh coffee in bed
All in all a nice wee winters nite oot. Must do it again some time soon- without the full speed dash to the bogs in the middle of the night...

Me and Fruitcake drove up to the Welly in -2 fog and thawed out on arrival with steaming bowls of Cullen Skink
Met up with Mr&Mrs Cunning Fox and hung around a while to see if the other three would turn up then hoofed it to the campsite which was quiet but not deserted and very pretty with the snow on the mountains.
Selected a nice spot close to a fire circle and got the tents up.
Once the tents were sorted out it was time to light the fire- nane 'o yer poofy fire lighters for us though..
Fruitcake had been given a steel sparker thingy for crimbo so it was put to use.
Some considerable time afterwards we had the beginings of a fire...
So it was time for a wee refreshment while the tarp was rigged beside the fire .
Arty farty ( i.e. crap ) shot sitting around the campfire which TBH never really got going so we warmed ourselves from the inside.....
Then retired to the Clachaig for some food , drink and the promise of music from the live band.
I think we were pretty hungry as this was a full plate when I put my hand in my pocket to get the camera...
So after supper some of the extensive and ever changing beers on tap were sampled while the 'band' played on.
Brochure shot:
At chucking out time, we were chucked out and wandered off down the road for the short walk to the tents.
Does this look like a sober man?
Tucked up and cosy was I until about 03:30 when one of the beers I'd drank decided to disagree with me. A very sharp exit from the tent was required followed by an uncomfortable hour or so on the bog in the fecking freezing cold. It was snowing when I eventually felt it was safe to return to the tent.
Morning came with a welcome cup of fresh coffee in bed

All in all a nice wee winters nite oot. Must do it again some time soon- without the full speed dash to the bogs in the middle of the night...



I'll need to go back again
