So Jono, Martin and I went camping. We borrowed Ali H's 5-man tent, which fit 3 air beds just nicely, so we agreed that it was meant to be a 5-man-cram tent.
We actually set up camp in the backyard of Jono's friend's parents' house on Friday night, splitting the 4 hour journey to Wales over two days. After a 3 course supper that was prepared for us, the three of us settled in the tent and since we all were tired from work we were eager to fall asleep. Ten minutes later, Jono and I shouted in the darkness...
"PARSLEY!!!"
Jono's friend's big black Doberman decided that he wanted to sleep with us to and came barging into the tent. We had to push it back out and zipped up the tent, to which the Doberman sat outside whining for a bit.
After that, I slept beautifully sound, and woke up in the morning to the guys muttering about some stupid bird that kept them awake from 4am onwards and they couldn't believe I slept through it. No, you can't underestimate my abilities to sleep anywhere anytime at all.
On Saturday morning, we went horseback riding in Wales! It was a bit weird when I first got on top of the big horse, but liked it very much. Jono, being a little more experienced, went of on a separate galloping route, while Martin and I stuck with the walking trail. But at one point, it so happened our guide was behind the two of us making sure that the horse was alright or something, and Martin decided to be a little adventurous and kicked his horse into a canter, without knowing that my horse was used to following the lead of the horse in front of it. So without me being prepared for it to move, was caught in surprise with one leg free of the stirrup and trying to hold on to my balance while trying to pull my reins to stop the horse.
The poor guide, who was a student in Cardiff University, was so frightened, because she shouldn't have allowed that to happen because we could have had a bad accident. But it was a good thing that we didn't really go that fast and my horse was only really interested in eating grass and plants than exercising herself.
Later in the afternoon we decided to hike up one of the hills, to which Martin proved himself to be one of the most straightforward guy around. He basically decided that the best way to hike the hill was to go straight up. Literally. Even despite me saying that there seemed to be a proper track going round the hill. No, he said. Straight up, he said. Tempt the wrath of the strong gust of winds, no proper trail to let us know it's perfectly safe, ignore the heart-thumping fear in face of the possibility of the winds blowing you over the steep hill and plunge you to your death, he might as well have said.
Naw, just being drama mama. It was perfectly safe although I did realise that I do have a slight fear of heights after all.
Jono and Martin posing for the camera
To be continued...