there is nothing that brings back summer holiday memories than the sound of zips unfurling on a tent. I almost shuddered with apprehension about being dragged on a walk up a mountain, and then remembered mum and dad weren't with us, and we just had to drag ourselves to the beach! (The cold, windswept, empty cornish beach, I might add!) And we didn't have to walk 20km with the tent and all our food on our backs - look a car to put the kitchen sink in (but we forgot the matches)!
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