MY SECRET TRAMPING SHAME
Sep 22, 2022
2 minutes
BY HAZEL PHILLIPS
We all have a secret tramping shame, I theorise. A shame held within, clutched tightly like a cuddly toy at bedtime.
I was in a mountain lodge when my friend Jason (yes, Jason of the Tinder article, Wilderness July 2022) volunteered to make me a coffee. I had made him one the day before, so he saw this offer as reciprocal; fair's fair.
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