Tag Glamping
I’m lying in bed in the T5, looking wistfully through the window at a gorgeous camping hut bathed in late evening sunshine. Lionel is lying on his bed, looking wistfully up at me. Lionel is in the dog house and… Continue Reading →
I’m cwtched under a duvet in a wooden chalet on wheels. It’s blowing an unseasonal hoolie, warm 50mph gusts buffeting the hut and whistling into the fading embers of a log fire. Late evening light glows through the curtains and… Continue Reading →
