Some Day

I quite like the idea of living in a park. Say, up near Crews Hill near the Rose and Crown.

By which I don’t mean totally dropping out and taking to the admittedly glamorous life of a rural hobo, but actually still going to work and going to the pub and such, but that I would just happen to live in the park.

I know what you’re thinking; Ray Mears has a lot to answer for.

(No? You were thinking something else totally different?)

I’d build myself a sturdy water and wind proof shelter using the techniques that Ray Mears has taught to the world (carefully camouflaged so that I wouldn’t get caught), dig out a fire pit for roasting, set up a fire and hanging pot for cooking and frying, buy a case of Laphroaig every few months, and spend my evenings reading, looking up at the stars, and sipping single malt.

And in the morning I’d get up and go to a friend or family member’s house (who would host me on a rotating schedule) to use their shower and get dressed for work.

In the evening I’d go back to whoever’s house was on the schedule for that week, get changed out of my work clothes and into my camping gear and then go to the pub for a bit.

Admit it; it sounds pretty damned wonderful doesn’t it?

Basking beneath the stars in the summer months and wrapped up warm and cosy beneath my shelter in the winter.

I may even take up hunting – rabbits and the like.

You’d all obviously have a standing invitation to come and visit whenever you wanted.