A very small, barely noticeable tremble…naked to the human eye even
Unless your a camper.
I am due to wake bright eyed and bushy
Oh yes I’m a camper from way back
Can’t you tell
Sleeping under the stars should be a relaxing, lovely experience.
I envision it somewhat like this
Any camper knows that the reality will be more like this
A DIY bush pig (sorry Aussies, I know this is normally derogatory slang for “lady with few teeth wearing flannelette and no bra” but welcome to my world), swags, tinned food, headlights, a healthy fear of dingo’s, a father who is 88.999% deaf without hearing aids who will not hear my frantic “wake up, wake up”’s followed by even more frantic head darting…with head lamp on…towards the crunch I heard in the bushes that know is not a cow but a dingo….or a man driving a covered tray back.
Google Wolf Creek the movie
And never sleep again.
I don’t mind ‘roughing’ it…I’m pretty low maintenance…I’ve peed behind, in front of and in lue of a bush before, I can handle a bird bath to keep me going for 48 hours, I love the stars, no traffic, no phone, no computer and my dad for company
I just hate the dark.
This scaredy cat will update you…hopefully in 72 hours
After a hot shower and reacquainting myself with the couch.