We ate it hard.

Who would want to sit out in the freezing cold, huddled around a tiny camping stove waiting for pasta to soften?

Yeah, us.

Last week we went camping on the outskirts of Bakewell. It was cold. It was wet. And it was very muddy. Some may say that it wasn't the most appropriate time of the year to go, and, let's admit, they could very possibly be correct. But that certainly didn't stop us. 

When the boys woke up to find themselves trapped in their tent that had collapsed on them over night, did we give up and head back to our beds? No!

When twirls of pasta set on fire and blood was spilled opening a can of chick peas, did we pop down to the chip shop in defeat? We certainly did not!

When Chris very nearly fell on a slippy bit of the trail, DID WE STAY STRONG AND HELP OUR FRIEND IN NEED?! Of course not, we laughed at him. 

Despite the obvious set backs that we incurred, we had a lovely time. We found a new friend called Jeremy, made up a story in which Matt plays Midnight Pool with various people, including Harry Potter, and me and Vicky had a lovely conversation with the local cows.

We even played Truth or Dare! How many 16 year olds can say they've spent two nights sat in a tent daring each other to run around shirtless (not advised in this weather) and comparing the texture of each other's stomachs? Although a particular favourite of mine was the discovery of a vending machine that sold "Wipe on Sex Appeal". I'm not afraid to say that we spent much of the time contemplating the purchase of these wipes, until Danny geared up the courage to insert his £1 coin in return for the "Instant Sex Appeal" that the poster promised. Unfortunately, the machine was broken and, much to our disappointment, we never found out if it actually worked.

Maybe next time.

Jasmine x

P.S. I feel bad that I haven't mentioned Timmy in this post. He came camping too. He brought a suitcase. It was amusing. Vicky has a photo of him looking like a hobo. If you're nice to her, maybe she'll share it.