Wet tents at dawn – remembering the old ways
Did you learn how to pitch a ridge tent? I did and it is the teaching I remember more than those first camp nights. Camping rituals It seemed to me, at the tender age of eleven, there was a ritual to the whole affair. Even then I was aware of the passing down of skills. … Continue reading Wet tents at dawn – remembering the old ways
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