Mrs Mackerel’s TFI Saturday (2nd July)
So, five go camping. Well, not quite yet; we do need a tent first – or at least one that fits us all. The last time I went camping was with MM’s predecessor. Two nights in the Black Mountains of Wales in torrential rain. We awoke in water. That cured any affection I had towards life under canvas, and to him. Still, life moves on. … Continue reading Mrs Mackerel’s TFI Saturday (2nd July)
