Wish I had oodles of words and a plethora of passages related to what I consider to be the main theme of this blog: camping, bushcraft and the outdoors.
But I don't. I soon will, I am certain of it, but not now.
Not today. Or at least, not this hour.
Perhaps next hour. But anyway, not now.
Spring and I watched a show on people buying a house somewhere in Lancashire, England and thought that would be a nice place to go.
I think I would like to find a house in the foothills of Alberta or somewhere in the woods of British Columbia, or just somewhere north of here - near the trees.
In lieu of grand essays and backwoods adventures richly woven with deep, revelatory passages of sagacity and cleverality (yes, I made that word up), I shall instead present some pictures of our new leather sectional (whatever that means) sofa and of the cheese croissants that I baked for breakfast.
The sofa is squishy and comfortable, and the croissants were flaky and rather nice.
Cheers,
Mungo
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