No, not the clever title of a book, but the clientele of a petrol station we were at Saturday night, pre camping trip.
After filling the car up we took another twenty minutes to get to the car park in the Peaks that we were to depart from. A swift walk into the woods and were at our clearing. We collected wood, pitched our tents, lit the fire, then got down to some serious chinwagging and drinking.
It seemed like such a good idea in theory. We would work all Saturday, then go camping Saturday night, then get up and go to work on Sunday.
It seemed like such a good idea in theory.
Waking up on Sunday was horrible. I lay there, fully clothed in my sleeping bag, thinking ?I?m laying in the middle of a wood in the peak district, and I have to be at work in about an hour!?
We made it to the door with not a second to spare. We got changed on the shop floor and spent the day serving customers in our unwashed state, stinking of wood smoke.
It was ace.