I recently broke one of four fundamental rules that govern my adult life: 1. Never leave the house without antibacterial hand sanitizer. 2. Never listen to Kenny G. 3. Never watch a musical unless being forced to do so at gunpoint. 4. Never go camping after 1997. I broke rule Number 4. Camping is widely promoted as an outdoor recreational activity which offers the participant a "wonderful" opportunity to get close to nature. As a nature-lover myself, I thrive on engaging with nature in its various untamed natural wilderness states - as long as it is on TV or located within 5 feet of urban sprawl and plumbing. So, it was with a certain amount of apprehension (and a statistically alarming quantity of antibacterial hand sanitiser) that I recently found myself camping in a muddy show-ground in Shepton Mallet for mandatory - by which I mean “work-related” purposes. We were camping because, even though mankind has developed perfectly adequate towns and cities ...
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