My partner took me out camping for the weekend. The cape is such a strange place. You can't throw a rock without smashing some potter's lively-hood, and I simultaneously deeply love a place that is so full of artisans, and also a bit hopeless, as they are all old and grey, and who will be able to afford to carry their torch when they pass?
In any case, three days with no news, podcasts, or internet, and I am having a hard time getting caught back up with the gish gallop of horrors that is day-to-day life now.
But below is a photo of our tent, which hysterically just barely fit my actual, full bed setup, and ably weathered a hell of a storm, and our tea set-up for the weekend.