ICE

 ICE

‘Let’s go camping,’ he said.

‘In winter?’

‘Warm sleeping bags, a fire under the stars, it’ll be romantic.’

So we went, and it was romantic, with our sleeping bags zipped together.

I woke to the sound of a growl and shook him awake. ‘Bears!’

He peered through the flap. ‘Can’t see anything.’

‘There it is again!’

We rushed outside, shouting and waving the torch to scare them away, then a massive head broke through the ice.

As its huge mouth closed around his body I ran for the car.

True as I’m stood here.

Shame the cops didn’t believe me.

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My Canadian daughter-in-law tells stories of camping ON the ice in her youth - not something I'd feel comfortable doing, but then we don't get ice thick enough in England. 

My daughter and friends are taking their children camping next week, which is probably what prompted this week's story, though I doubt there will be ice monsters in Dorset. I hope some of you at least are managing to take a holiday somewhere, even if it's only a tent in a field. I'm a bit past sleeping anywhere but in a bed!

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting FF and to Jennifer Pendergast for this week's photo.