Here's one to make the rugged backpackers shudder:

When we decided to make it three nights at Old Songs this June, we thought it over, and took the futon off the guest bed downstairs, and wadded it into the back seat of the van.

We looked like two monkeys s****ing a football, getting it into the tent; but what a luxury to sleep on compared to air mattresses or camping pads!

(The infield at Old Songs, where the camping is, has the hardest clay in the known world.)

Peter.