

Well we would go in all weathers and throughout the winter camping.
Sometimes you just couldn't remain or even get to sleep. Either the kids kept you awake, or you were so wound up by the stress of the job, or it was freezing cold and blowing a gale!
Anyway, this poem is some of the memories, images and impressions I had and still have of those winter nights, in a tent or bivvie bag, somewhere where few people have trod in 10,000 years.








