Overrun

I don't know if you've ever slept in a tent before.  Tents seem to be a bit like Marmite for dividing people, you either take to camping like a duck to water (and mud) or think it's a slow, cold, dirty, torturous death.  I like camping.  But sleeping in a tent does a weird thing... Continue Reading →

The Worst Bed in the World

I've been an insomniac since birth.  My mother swears that I didn't sleep a night through until I was four.  Apparently insomnia isn't fatal.  But it definitely changes your whole perspective on things.  I hated bed and bedtime with a passion.  Seven 0'clock.  Every night.  I would find myself incarcerated.  It could still be light... Continue Reading →

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