Kevan Smith – Tent

‘Yeah, I like tents.  I used to travel with my family, as a kid, up and down the NSW coast.  Even up to 10 years ago a friend and I would go camping.  Sometimes we would be naughty enough to venture as far inland as Tamworth.’

‘Well, Kathmandu has a sale on.  Go buy one.’

‘Triffic, a nice big one with bedroom and eating areas, maybe a couple of outside awnings.’  

It’s now the 20s, we can go travel for a couple of days at a time.  Let’s see, that’s a good stove and the lamp looks triffic.’

‘Beds!  A blow-up queen size and let’s make sure there is a floor through the whole tent.  We will have to organise at least 3 days at the same time. Your work is call-support and mine people-support, it will be tricky but we can do it.’

‘OK but do you think this Covid will keep up?  We can’t go travelling around.  Surely, it’ll fade soon.  It’s just an overextended flu season.  We’ll get away around Chrissy holidays.’

‘Naw, that’s going to be too many grubby kiddies running around, let’s wait for March-ish.’

Covid’s not going away.  I’ve got the tent stowed away, still in the bag.  Hope it’s OK?  We’ll get some time soon, I’m sure.

March 22 – Faarkk the bloody house decided to self-immolate.

Post script:

The bag still sits full of tent in the newly acquired overflow shed.  Still unopened, still untouched. Kind of unloved, unwanted, un-needed – sigh……