Cool Camping is veritable eye candy indeed but there's no way I'm going to be lugging a milk churn across a festival site just in case I need to put out my bonfire. The turntable too, for my cool vinyl can stay at home as well. Ray Mears would have a fit at all this malarkey. There's not even a whiff of Cath Kidston on his watch.
This pile of thrill generating loveliness would have cost a fortune on Amazon, even if I had resorted to the marketplace where there are bargains to be had. But because my spree took place in the local library my pounds have stayed firmly in my pocket. Except for that twenty two pence fine because I took a book back a day late in spite of the online reminders. Oops! As for those wild impulsive choices that might not turn out to be so good as they looked on the shelf, they won't be cluttering up Lovelygrey Cottage but will be winging their way back to the communal shelves at the end of the borrowing period. Who knows? Some hapless bloke out there may find packing strawberry lip gloss in his camp grooming kit really turns out to be a life changing experience!