No, I'm not keen on sneezing in a field, carrying my dishes to a tap to be washed and walking in the dark of night to an outside loo in the middle of a field with scary shadows everywhere. But I am keen on my friends. So I try to go -- though sometimes, I don't sleep over because I'm not camperly like that.
This year, I was just a little bit broken (ankle problems) and I couldn't chase Kathleen and Mabel round and round and round the camp as I normally do. So I persuaded them to make a story with me. Here it is, scanned from my sketchbook, complete with all the smudges.