Wow! Seems i am not the only sentimental old sod on here! It had been something on my mind for a while, ever since a conversation around the fire some months ago, where the question arose, of when was your first memory of camping? And obviously this was mine.
The farmer was, most receptive, although needed his memory jogging, and once i had used my diplomatic skils, was ok. i can honestly say that, i struggle to remember what i did yesterday! But the memory of that episode was quite clear.
I wandered around up there for about 1/2 an hour until i found the digger bucket, and boy did the emotion flood, i now don't mind telling you i burst into tears, and took a good 5 minutes to compose myself, and the whole weekend was a bit subdued and pensive.
But, one of those, life's natural highs, and i am so glad i went, and also posted now.
Thankyou, you great people, for not ridiculing me and helping me, with, what has been a difficult year.
On another note, for those of you that asked, my mum has had her operation, and is doing fine (boy i wish, i was half as tough as her) And i am now pretty much a full time carer ( only don't tell her!)
Respect.
Ivan...