So here we go. I'm finally here in Scotland for 6 days of happy(?) camping. And... I hate it already.
We left out home in England at 9:30 in the morning. We didn't get here until 5pm. Putting the tent up took the rest of my family a good while, and it was way too late to do anything - so we ate. We had calzone pizza, with coleslaw and potato salad. It was really nice, and I went back in the tent afterwards and used my mobile signal for a bit.
None of this sounds nightmarish, I hear you say. Well I haven't got to the bad bit yet: this place is riddled with insects.
Now I should make something clear here. I. HATE. Insects. Seriously, I'm almost certain I have a serious phobia of them. So being told by my mother there's hundreds of them outside, AND they bite? Recipe for staying holed up in my insect-free portion of the tent, thanks. But no, I have to leave the tent to go to the toilet and that means going through them aaaaaaargh-
Whew, crisis over. Anyway: I wasn't willing to do it so I waited until later, and there wasn't as many then but I still found walking there and back traumatic because of them. Upon arriving back at the tent the hooded jacket I wore to go over here was promptly removed and shall not be worn for a while, or in my portion of the tent.
So yeah. Day one and I'm already dreading even leaving the tent for the bloody insects. Aaaaaaargh. Still, it can't be that bad. Can it?
...
I need help, seriously. The worst bit is that I'm fully aware this is ruining my chances of going anywhere, but I can't get over it. But then I can't bring myself to go get help, and - oh wait, this isn't the blog for this.
We left out home in England at 9:30 in the morning. We didn't get here until 5pm. Putting the tent up took the rest of my family a good while, and it was way too late to do anything - so we ate. We had calzone pizza, with coleslaw and potato salad. It was really nice, and I went back in the tent afterwards and used my mobile signal for a bit.
None of this sounds nightmarish, I hear you say. Well I haven't got to the bad bit yet: this place is riddled with insects.
Now I should make something clear here. I. HATE. Insects. Seriously, I'm almost certain I have a serious phobia of them. So being told by my mother there's hundreds of them outside, AND they bite? Recipe for staying holed up in my insect-free portion of the tent, thanks. But no, I have to leave the tent to go to the toilet and that means going through them aaaaaaargh-
Whew, crisis over. Anyway: I wasn't willing to do it so I waited until later, and there wasn't as many then but I still found walking there and back traumatic because of them. Upon arriving back at the tent the hooded jacket I wore to go over here was promptly removed and shall not be worn for a while, or in my portion of the tent.
So yeah. Day one and I'm already dreading even leaving the tent for the bloody insects. Aaaaaaargh. Still, it can't be that bad. Can it?
...
I need help, seriously. The worst bit is that I'm fully aware this is ruining my chances of going anywhere, but I can't get over it. But then I can't bring myself to go get help, and - oh wait, this isn't the blog for this.