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We just spent the perfect long weekend camping in the New Forest. Us and our little handmade family of friends, 4 days of glorious hot-hot-hot sunshine and more barbequed meat than any digestive system can handle. Hours were spent in pub gardens, in fields playing frisbee and with my girlfriend suddenly suffering from ADHD. She brought a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘shit-flinging’, actually picking up horse poo and throwing it at the rest of us.

There’s something unbelievably RIGHT about being outside, and waking up with ponies rummaging through your rubbish bins is worth the back ache of sleeping on a semi-inflated airbed. We ate too much carvery on Sunday and dozed in the sun with the papers. Laying in the sunshine, I had an absolute moment of clarity.  You know that rare feeling of all the jumble being ironed out and sorted through, the soldiers lining up and the chickens crossing the road in single file. An everything-in-focus tube-map of thoughts and decisions.

There’s been a lot of talk about some big changes lately. I have a friend who writes one of these on adventures, on travels she has and wants to have all over the world. I’m intrigued to find out about the ones we’re all going to have right here.

If you have a day, an hour, five minutes, get outside and lay down. Stop thinking, enjoy the sunshine, listen to some music. Chuck some horse manure around. See what happens.

1) The happy campers

2) A lily

3) Anyone watching my truly awful frisbeeing.