Thia time tomorrow we'll be jetting South...
The cleaning thing is just Mars and Venus, I s'pose.
This year, one of my friends wanted to commune with nature, so took his wife camping. After the tent was set up, he took a walk in the woods.
As he walked, the solitude and atmosphere soaked into his being, and he followed a track deeper into the trees. THIS was going back to nature. He saw a rabbit and wondered if he could fashion a snare from a greenwood sapling.
By the time he got back to the tent, he had entertained plans of fishing in the lake, of making a bow (there may be deer in the woods) and saw himself saying a prayer of thanks to the gods of the forest as he lit his cooking fire.
He should tell his woman...
As he stepped into the tent opening he was halted by a strident voice:
"Don't you DARE come in here with those boots on...I've just swept this tent out and cleaned the windows (windows?)
This bit here is for shoes, and that bit is for your clothes. I've hung the toileteries up in that corner. Do you fancy washing your hands and making us a nice cup of tea?"
His hunter shadow vanished in a blink and he settled to lighting the camping stove, thinking now about a trip to the nearest village for some pub grub and a pint...
See you there!!
Ian and Sylvia