Camping

The sun gleamed on the softly rippled surface of the lake. Beyond, the Cumbrian fells rose steeply on either side of the water. Alex and Mel breathed in the beautiful sight, the warmth on their backs, birdsong in their ears. Alex gave Mel’s hand a little squeeze. She squeezed back, then smiled up at him and they kissed.
“It’s lovely here,” she sighed, “you’re lovely.”
“So are you,” he smiled, squeezing her bum. “Right, let’s get this tent up!” So between them, they laid out canvas, pegged down ropes and hammered in tent poles until eventually, with evening closing in, they stood back to admire their handiwork. It was a large two-man tent, with an inner room for sleeping and an outdoor area for eating. Plenty of room for their first camping trip together. Continue reading