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For several years now, my wife and myself had been
‘taking to the hills’ every summer and going camping.
Both Anne and myself loved the outdoors, and when we
weren’t camping we’d go for a trek every weekend, setting
up our tent in the peace and quiet of some desolate place
before returning on the Sunday evening to face our hum-
drum jobs during the week.
As we’d had a really lousy winter, we decided that this
summer, we’d splash out and take our camping holiday
abroad.
“What about trying France or Germany?” I suggested as we
sat with a drink and looked at some camping brochures one
wet, winter’s evening, “They might be okay.”
“Hmmm, I thought of maybe going a bit further.” Anne
replied, “How does the USA sound – or even Canada? There
are thousands of woods and forests there that we could
explore, and if we decide on camping in a National Park,
we could see what’s on offer on the internet.”
“Hmmm, that’s a good idea, my darling.” I replied, “I’ll
have a look tonight and see if I can find somewhere
that’s fairy remote, but not too far from civilisation.”
“Oh yeah. Make sure it’s remote and well off the beaten
track, we don’t want to be disturbed – do we?” she
smiled, “Especially if we’re gonna be packing our
‘special suitcases’ on this trip.”
