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We dive at dawn

Well, not quite. We Dive at Dawn is a 1943 war film directed by Anthony Asquith, starring John Mills and Eric Portman as Royal Navy submariners in the Second World War. Hubby and I will not be loading ourselves into … Continue reading

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Epilogue, Camping Chronicles 7

And so my Chronicle entries draw to a close as we have now hired a Luton van and taken a trip down South to collect our furniture. We still have the tent, sleeping bags, and most of the kit, but … Continue reading

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The Final Straw, Camping Chronicles 6

It was amazing the amount of tents we had to choose from that were reasonably priced and practical for our purposes. We purchased one similar to this for the princely sum of £60. Roomy and lightweight, with poles that you … Continue reading

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Part 2: Camping with a purpose. Camping Chronicles 5

It was a nightmare almost from the start. Once the rain started, it never seemed to stop, but we carried on and as long as we could keep the three of us and our bedding dry, we managed for several … Continue reading

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The First Upgrade, Camping Chronicles 3

Our second tent was designed to accommodate 3 and similar to this. We progressed to single airbeds rather than rely on a duvet under us and had many trips away, be it for a weekend or full week. There were … Continue reading

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Background, Camping Chronicles 1

Like most kids growing up, we liked to ‘camp’ outside. In the early days, our tent was a couple of towels draped over Mum’s wooden clothes horse on its side and a blanket on the ground, where we’d sit and … Continue reading

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