We saw strange and wonderful sights on our camping trip to Stockton Dunes.
Not one for braving
the cold, Mum insisted on having a powered site so she could use a heater and
kettle. Camping in the winter has its perks as we all slept in the same tent, although we dogs were required to stay in our own beds (most of the time).
Guess who sneaked into big brother's sleeping bag? I gather I’m “too
hairy” to be allowed inside a human sleeping bag. Pffft!
Charlie