Tuesday, 19 August 2008
Don't carry on camping
It was going to be an experience worthy of the Famous Five. A friendly farmer and lashings of ginger beer, all in Devon's most southerly parish, East Prawle, with vertiginous cliffs and amazing ocean views. We found the friendly farmer - complete with heavenly field overlooking the sea, but after less than 24 hours we were home again. When there's a cascade in your tent, and gale force winds are lashing the flaps, the whole camping concept seems bonkers; the soggy eggy bread in the morning was the final straw. However there was one thing which made it all worthwhile - a burning sunrise which greeted me as I stumbled out of the tent to visit the portaloo.