It seems I am to be re-introduced to the "joys of camping" (in the UK this means in a tent rather than a camper-van) on the insistence of my 7 year-old daughter who is campaigning tirelessly for me to take her to a muddy place, miles from anywhere, with only the most basic washing/toilet facilities, where we can erect a flimsy canvas covering to protect ourselves from the very worst of effects of exposure and hypothermia.
As a father I know I will eventually give in to my daughters demands, I nearly always do, but I have a cunning plan!
Living a small distance of 30 miles south of Whitby, I am conspiring to book a place on a campsite there, to coincide with the folk festival this August.
Every cloud...............

C-flat.