The camping trip that never was .......

So, on December 24th the 3 wise men set off to do a bit of camping. They packed up their trusty Nissan camel and took along a few precious gifts just to be on the safe side. Nothing special, just some Gold Label (cheers Mr Walker), some incense (to be frank incense isn’t the right word for deodorant) and some “mer” (often pronounced Myrrh), which is French for sea (but basically they had some bottled water). Anyway, they travelled long and far through treacherous terrain (that included a 9 kilometre excuse for a dirt-track) and finally reached their destination. Alas, even though they had checked and double checked that the campsite was open, it was closed! Suckers didn’t feel so wise then I can tell you. Anyway, they travelled back over the treacherous terrain (that included a 9 kilometre excuse for a dirt-track) and finally reached a new destination. After what seemed like an eternity, they managed to find a charming little shack at an exuberant price and save the day by washing down a superb meal with a splendid bottle of plonk (Editor’s note: Who writes this stuff????) (Sub-editor’s note: Who reads this stuff???).