BACK TO
NATURE
We were used
to holidays in the Maldives, sleeping in a cabin with the murmur of water
beneath us. Then the pandemic struck and we spent our savings keeping the
business afloat.
Holiday
adverts in the Sunday papers taunted us, and in a mad moment we borrowed a
tent. Struggling with poles and ropes, tempers flared, and Tom stormed off,
leaving me in the peace of the woodland.
Birds
chirped, light rippled through leaves, insects buzzed, but there was one
rasping sound that I couldn’t identify, city girl that I am.
Then the zip
on the tent began to move.
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I have never holidayed in the Maldives but I have been camping in a borrowed tent. In fact, in retrospect at least, my husband and I didn't fight, the tent went up with surprising ease, and we and the children enjoyed our break. Even though the toilet block entailed a five minute walk carrying your own toilet roll!Thanks to A J Wilson for the photo - I wonder why he chose to camp on dirt rather than on turf? - and to Rochelle, our indefatigable host.
I was pleased this week to learn that I have sold another few books through Amazon, though it's a faff discovering which ones. Also two friends made a point of telling me they were enjoying reading them, and a cousin I haven't heard from in months emailed from Australia to say the same! If you haven't read any of them yet, a click on the cover image at the top of this page will take you to the latest one. NB: I am not the only Liz Young on Amazon, but a list of my books is on my Author Page.
Be afraid - be very afraid!
ReplyDeleteNothing to worry about. Absolutely nothing
ReplyDeleteOf course not.
DeleteI've had camping trips like this, although Donn has never stomped away and left me alone. Strange sounds in the bushes can sure make one stay wide awake
ReplyDeleteA more challenging camp was when we took a minibus load of youth club members away for a week. We were more concerned about keeping the boys out of the girls tent than any strange noises!
DeleteAny time a zipper inexplicably starts to move, it's not a good sign. Nice, suspenseful tale.
ReplyDeleteAny zipper, or just a tent zipper? 😄
DeleteNo place like home.
ReplyDelete— Tannille
You have a point!
DeleteI'm really hoping that's Tom back with an apology and maybe a flashlight!
ReplyDeleteIt could be. Maybe. Or maybe not.
DeleteBears snuffle and Bigfoots rasp; neither bother with the zipper. Hope she makes it through unsullied (and in one piece!)
ReplyDeleteI think an animal would be preferable to a stalker!
DeleteRasping and then the zipper moves... eeee. Great tension in the end.
ReplyDeleteThanks Gah.
DeleteBeing the eternal optimist I'm sure nothing bad is about to happen. Then again...!
ReplyDeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteSo over the camping days. Congrats on the books.
Shalom,
Rochelle
You can delete this one. I thought I was logged in.
ReplyDeleteAh, must be that friendly little bear, or wolfie. Actually, they are lots better than the two legged ones ...
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