Just had the privilege of spending the weekend on Simon’s permission in South Yorks. For blokes that work too hard and constantly worry about the little things in life, like earning a living and looking after a family, two days out hunting, camping and drinking whisky was a small slice of heaven.
It’s been 5 years since I last went camping without my kids, so understandably, I went a little mad. I only managed two hours sleep on the Saturday night. As I say, some time was spent drinking whiskey round the camp fire, and quite right too, but mostly I was out in the woods.
I’m new at this