In my younger days I used to go hither and thither with my trusty chum and our five man canvas tent.

Our favourite place to go was the Lakes. We would get the bus to Keswick from Newcastle and spend a few days over there before hauling the bloody thing back again.
One Easter, disaster struck and we were at an awesome camp site at Ashness Bridge. The temperature plummeted and we were stuck. Blizzards whirled around us and we decided to sit it out.
One morning after surviving a night on Kendal Mint Cake and Hypothermia we were awoken by a knock on the door.
A policeman stood there shivering. He told us to get out as we were loitering Within Tent.
Get it, Loitering within tent…. Okay I’ll get my coat.











