We're going away for a couple of days camping in the Forest of Dean.
To my mind, taking the boys camping in England in April seems somewhat akin to the Spartan practice of exposure, but Mac assures me their both likely to survive the experience.
No 1 Son (or Pseudonymous Bob as he now prefers to be called) won’t be coming with us. Like many sixteen year olds, he’s far too busy with exam preparation - plus the guitar lessons, Parkour, Tai Kwon Do and the circus skills school he’s recently joined. What a life!
Anyway, I’ve got to get back to the cooking - I’m making a jar of pesto to take with us, as well as a whole load of cheese and potato chimichangas. Yummy.
See you Monday.
