Outdoorsey

I've never been the outdoorsey type, probably because I've spent my life growing up in various cities. So it was with a bit of trepadation I tried camping for the first time - it was a beautiful setting and everything - pity it was in Scotland in April! Freeeeezing. The borrowed supposed 4 season sleeping bag, turned out to be a crappy, cheap sleeping bag you could pick up for £5 at Tescos. Plus the rain - which hello, I know, its Scotland, what do I expect. But lying there, with my thermals, jumper, jacket, beanie on, and shivering, waiting for the night to be over, then falling into brief fitfuls of sleep, waking up with the feeling that someone was definitely walking over to the tent, possibly to jump on it and bring it down - tiny pathetic tent that it was - and so so cold, curled up in a ball - uh yeah aside from that it was all very nice. At least the next time I'm going to sleep in a tent - in Tanzania, the Serengeti to be precise - I won't have to worry so much about the cold, as the lions and hyenas, I suspect.