Should have exited the scene as soon as we saw the apparent necessity for a 4x4 pejazzled with a row of high-power lamps mounted on real-man roll-bars to erect a small 2 man tent. Half an hour later laid around the beantin, enjoying silhouettes of the Pikes against the blackdrop of stars, the incessant throb of the 4x4's diesel warming my blood [to just below boiling] I consider asking them if they'd like to borrow my headtorch instead, so I can ENJOY MY LITTLE CORNER OF PARADISE IN PEACE.
Anyway they turned it all off, spontaneously, while I was distracted by the dog from the tent next door popping in to see if we needed our pans licking out. No. Ta.
And relax..
Nope.
The Motorhome Family Robinson reduced, what was advertised on the sign as a family campsite, to a strip out of Viz, with a bar-room conversation held at sufficient decibels for us to hear EVERY FRAGRANT NUANCE ACROSS TWO FIELDS.
So...
We like.
