Capital Letter Camping

Dear hearts,

Miss Mich has some new wisdom to share with you. Camping Wisdom. Note the capital letters.

In Miss Mich's former life, camping was more likely to be drinks on the terrace in jewelled flat sandals, a silk Kaftan and Sydney harbour twinkling away below us..or perhaps a marquee over the dressage arena, Ralf Lauren jodpurs and a nice firm crop (Miss Mish is getting a little nostalgic here and missing her sport).

What ever form it may have taken, it certainly did not invlove nylon, gas bottles or eksies.

However, times have changed and Miss Mich is now embracing new experiences and new activities with vigour. It is true that most of these new experiences up until now, have involved sport and charms. The long weekend just past has proven to be the exception.

Whilst Miss Mich would never have initiated the camping idea, the thought of sailing across the wind on a lake up in the highlands sounded like a good excuse for cashmere, red wine and those cute little Burberry gum boots..and I must say the lake did indeed remind Miss Mich of Loch Ness at Inverness, particularly when the sky was dark and the rain started sideways.

The sight of 102 little sail boats scooting along, Jack Sparrow amongst them, was enough to inspire Miss Mich to dingy sailing. Suffice to say the Green Guru is accomodating Miss Mich in this, her latest whim. Nothing less than a decent showing in the State Titles will do, so there is lots of work and training ahead. It is possible Miss Mich may be a little competitive, and what better way to redirect the energy usually reserved for Miss Mich's favourite sport than pulling on ropes and hiking out the side of the boat.

Back to camping...Dear hearts, it is possible to live like a gypsy for a few days. One can have pate and cheese in the esky, your coffee still in the plunger, water boiled on a gas stove and a tent with an entrance and separate boudoir. The terrace becomes the edge of the lake and the jewelled sandals are exchanged for leopard print Ugg boots. Rest assured Miss Mich maintained her style, kept up her standards and the only loss was a broken fingernail on the last leg of the twilight race...

Enjoy Monday.

With love from under the sleeping bag
Miss Mich