Life lessons and capitalism in the fields of Essex
Camping is in my blood. I’ve been doing it since I was a teenage runaway aged 14. Taking a tent and disappearing. How of course you don’t have to rough it like in those early days, but still you are not laden with comforts; unless you glamp. Something I have yet to try.
This week I’m back with the field and the tents. And a van, and soil toilets. Summer is not summer for me unless there is a campsite that we can end up in.
The first time was a
