The first million (stars) are the hardest…

The weekend before last, I took my young bloke camping.

He was playing with some new friends. Chilled out and reflective, I took out my phone and started typing away. Here’s what I wrote:

I am typing this, sitting in front of a campfire, as the last bit of sunlight fades.

My young bloke is playing with some mates he’s just made at the next campsite. The campfire is low, but the coals are glowing, and yes, the beer is cold and welcome…

There’s something really wonderful about camping.

Actually, there are many wonderful things.

It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but the million-star evenings, spending time in nature and the simple pleasure of being out of mobile range are but a few of the joys of getting off the beaten track…