Tuesday, January 3rd, 2012
  • Playing frisbee at a campsite

    I like camping about as much as I like getting speeding tickets. The appeal of sleeping in something that feels like a shopping bag in not apparent to me. I think its the fact that it has to be built then taken down that turns me off. Yet spending time with my friends trumps my dislike for the style of accommodation, so here I am, about to catch (drop) a frisbee thrown by Phil as little Grace looks on.