Just spent four marvellous days in a yurt. Can't tell you where or I'll have to kill everybody. People call staying in a yurt 'glamping' but I prefer to call it 'staying in a yurt'. Glamping implies reading Vogue and listening to T-Rex whilst having a make-over from a girl called Sabrina. There was none of that where we stayed, although one night I did get my nail clippers out.
Today we find ourselves staying in a hotel. There's no fire or wood burner here. No candles, no gas burner to make tea, no field's to roam in, no river to dip in, no barbecue to light, no hammock to chillax in, no transparent roof to stargaze through.
But on the other hand there is an empty mini-fridge, a trouser press, a bible, a DVD player, fire alarm and a fine view of empty crates and bins in hotel's backyard so it's not all gloom and doom.
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