Lizzie Mackay

 It's Friday already and we're off on our annual sort of camping - yey if it's sunny, not-yey if it's raining which, let's face it, it most probably will) We stay in a big wood barn with wooden bunk-beds, big wood fire, wooden fridge (might as well be, it's doesn't keep anything cold) It's cold, it's dirty, we come home smelling of wood but it's fun (well, sort of, the kids and dads like it, the mums endure it!) 

Wish me luck!