That's the best way to send them in Tei. :) Besides, I'm a big believer that we'll say things when we're tipsy[drunk] that we really mean that we might have held back on when we're sober.
So mushy means honest in this case. :)
Ironic almost, for me anyway, because places of childhood memories are pretty forefront in my mind.
Amanda, well we were allowed to stay in the tent for real camping if it was really warm, but as the summers of my youth in North Wales were often damp the hut was usually the prefered venue. Oh I just remembered - the hut, it was called 'Snowdrop' because the first snowdrops of the season would always appear beside it.
and ...... Wombat, those trees were perfect for climbing - and getting stuck in from time to time! In later years we strung a hammock from them. ~sigh~
So you actually were talking about your youth then Tei, and not your teenage years of "camping." :)
Who says you have to be nine to have a tree house, Wombat? It would be a great place to hide from a ringing telephone and computer. Besides, then when people say, "But Wombat, we've been trying to reach you for hours, where have you been?" and you answer "Oh, in my tree house." they are going to think twice about bothering you again for awhile. :) (So what if it means that they think a grown man playing in a tree house is weird: it serves it's purpose...right?)
Who says you have to go to North Wales to build a tree house?
Nice directions Tei. :) Sounds a lot like me when I'm trying to give directions while not completely sober...(not that I've ever done that mind you...)
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I love that I've sent in photos when I'm a little tipsy and a lot mushy - then forgotten you have them.
Ah such fun was had in this garden.
That's the best way to send them in Tei. :) Besides, I'm a big believer that we'll say things when we're tipsy[drunk] that we really mean that we might have held back on when we're sober.
So mushy means honest in this case. :)
Ironic almost, for me anyway, because places of childhood memories are pretty forefront in my mind.
It's a pretty picture.
Look at that garden.
How perfect for a child to play in, and those trees look ripe for climbing.
Amd that shed had bunk beds in it so during the long summer holidays friends and I would 'camp' out there away from the main house.
Camp, huh Tei? Is that what you called it? ;)
it's much prettier than the garish "my Spaces" that kids are playing in these days....God, i hate those eyesores....Tis Beautiful.
Amanda, well we were allowed to stay in the tent for real camping if it was really warm, but as the summers of my youth in North Wales were often damp the hut was usually the prefered venue. Oh I just remembered - the hut, it was called 'Snowdrop' because the first snowdrops of the season would always appear beside it.
That would be North Wales in the UK .........
and ...... Wombat, those trees were perfect for climbing - and getting stuck in from time to time!
In later years we strung a hammock from them. ~sigh~
Yes, I've been looking at those trees with an eye to building a tree house.
Sometimes it's nice to pretend I'm still nine.
So you actually were talking about your youth then Tei, and not your teenage years of "camping." :)
Who says you have to be nine to have a tree house, Wombat? It would be a great place to hide from a ringing telephone and computer. Besides, then when people say, "But Wombat, we've been trying to reach you for hours, where have you been?" and you answer "Oh, in my tree house." they are going to think twice about bothering you again for awhile. :) (So what if it means that they think a grown man playing in a tree house is weird: it serves it's purpose...right?)
Ouch... my grammatical minded eye is giving me the fits for that apostrophe in its. :( Why do I hit enter so dang fast?!?!
ummmm yes, youthful camping.
I get the feeling I'm way too innocent for this conversation!
Yes, Amanda. It is worth it. And I do want my tree house!
Then I say go build one. And have camping adventures like Tei. :)
Right then, I'm off to North Wales to find a tree and some building materials.
Cheerio.
Turn left just out side of Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
We have in our midst - that would be you, Tei - either a:
Guiness World Records afficionado.
or
A thorough Wales-o-file.
or
Both.
I've been to the railway station there!
Wombat, there aren't trees in Florida?!?!
Who says you have to go to North Wales to build a tree house?
Nice directions Tei. :) Sounds a lot like me when I'm trying to give directions while not completely sober...(not that I've ever done that mind you...)
Wombat - Wales holds a bundle of happy memories for me ....... not so hot on the Guiness World Records though :)
You've been to the railway station? What a shame we didn't meet there.
Amanda - I think you have to be not completely sober to even attempt giving directions in Wales!!
Sounds like backcountry Wisconsin. :) Tipsy or crazy, or perhaps a bit of both...
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