I don't do camping. Just like I don't do the dishes.
Anyone who knows me, knows this.
There needs to be a bed, a toilet, a shower, a mirror, a floor! I like walls, windows, doors, etc. and the thought of camping scares me quite a bit. However, I have a small child and, while he has never mentioned camping, I knew it was only a matter of time before the concept of sleeping in a tent raised its head.
So when Aldi challenged me to try camping and offered to send me some equipment to fulfill this task, I decided to bite the bullet.









I made a filo tart with a creamed spinach, leeks, mushrooms and quorn filling for mum and myself, dad and Mr. TBaM had a four bird roast, and The Boy had a sausage. Side dishes were: roast potatoes; mashed potatoes; roasted Brussel sprouts with parmesan and butter; honey-glazed carrots and parsnips, swede and butternut squash mash. I killed the stuffing.





Every morning (Sunday-Friday) at 9 a.m. there is a tractor-ride to feed 


