The World According To Fred #2 – Camping

So, HJ loves camping. She will find any excuse to grab her gear and go to live in a field for a few days. HJ is a member of Scout Network, which, over here in England is a group for young people aged 18-25, male, female or otherwise who still want to continue scouting, without having to become a young leader unless they really want to. It’s basically Scouts for adults. HJ also, as you all know, is a reenactor, which she has only started recently. She will have a modern sleeping bag, and a modern pillow/blanket, but other than that, she lives as if she is from the year 1815, as a camp follower/sutler. As I’m modern (teddy bears like myself didn’t appear until Roosevelt) I don’t get to see HJ at work. But she has shown me photos of life on camp that she took for this blog, so I do get the general gist of what it’s all about.

But the subject of this week’s blog post is about the joys of actually camping. I’m a creature who likes my creature comforts. I like being in a nice warm house, with tea that boils right away when I want it to, with television and radio, not to mention the internet. I like the Xbox, and I like going to the wine cupboard with the other toys for a drink, especially with Hatch and Derpy. So when I see HJ bring out the camp bag and the sleeping bag, my heart sinks. It means a long journey, usually stuffed in a bag for ever and a day, and then, on arrival, being dumped into a tent whilst HJ runs off to either make herself useful or to find something to eat. And then I have to sit in a cold tent for ages, bored out of my wits. Usually HJ will turn off her Kindle and mobile phone to save battery power for the journey home, and I can’t stand her reading material. Gah! Then, night will draw in, and HJ will return to the tent, yawning as she fumbles with the wind up torch to light the inside of the tent. Then she will change into her pyjamas, and toss me aside whilst she wriggles for ages to get into her sleeping bag.

I hate sleeping bags. Seriously, you get squished, and you either fall out of the sleeping bag because you were not put in properly, or you end up slipping all the way to the foot of the sleeping bag, thus being trodden on and being practically suffocated. Then it all happens again the next night, right up until you finally pack up and go home.

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The World According to Fred #1 – Summer

I like the summer. Especially when it’s hot, but breezy, with clear blue skys. Today I enjoyed a bit of a sunbathing session with HJ in the Gosport garden, whilst she did a bit of knitting and blogging.

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I decided to pose with these lovely flowers that were on the table where HJ was knitting. They did smell rather lovely, even if they did make me sneeze (do bears get hay fever?). Perhaps I ought to start taking allergy tablets.

HJ is knitting me a brand new scarf, as my one that she knitted me last Christmas has started to look rather naff, I might be a teddy bear, but I like to look fresh and stylish! She has chosen some really cool rainbow wool that gives the finished article a tye dye like style. I can’t wait for it to be finished, I know that all the other toys are going to be rather jealous of me (they kind of are already, but that is besides the point) but HJ does joke that I must be one of the most spoilt teddy bears ever. I don’t think so, I just know what I want. Like I want most of the Build a Bear clothing range!

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See, it looks rather nifty, doesn’t it?

We are back indoors now, as HJ has gotten sunburned on her shoulder and chest (silly girl) and is now sat on her bed rubbing aftersun lotions all over her angry, red skin. She says that the red ought to become a tan, but I know she never really tans, that actually, all she does is goes red, burns, and is usually white as a sheet again come September.

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And now, for a ‘selfie’ of me and HJ. She tells me that these selfies are rather popular on the internet at the moment. Thank goodness I can’t do the duck face, that would be rather daft!

I do like summer, but today was a tad bit too hot for my liking. Why I couldn’t of just stayed inside, keeping cool is beyond me. HJ wants me to go with her to the beach at some point, hinting that some swim trunks might be mine if I do go. But I might pass on that if it is hot again. Besides, next week we are off to yet another one of HJ’s reenactment camps, and we’ll have to get two trains and the Tube, which I’ve done before, and didn’t really enjoy that.

I guess that concludes this week’s post. Next week I shall be talking about camping…

I’m Off to Camp!

I have mentioned briefly about the Chalke Valley History Festival that I am being invited to by the Coldstream Guards Regiment 1815, to be a fellow reenactor for the weekend! And I leave tomorrow!

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It will be a whole weekend of living as I would of done as an apprentice sutler on camp alongside the Coldstone Foot Regiment during the Napoleonic Wars. I had to look that role up online, and apparently the sutler was somone who would sell non military goods to the soldiers of the regiment. I will eat food cooked in the 1815 way, sleep in a tent that they would of slept in, although I will have a modern sleeping bag and camp bed, as well as Fred (just packed him, is not impressed). I will wear clothes from the period and partake in the activities that I would of done in the day.

I’ve packed my main bag, and am about to pack my backpack. When my housemate gets back from college today, we will pop out to get me some stuff for a packed tea. I’ve booked the weekend off of work, but will have to book myself in for tomorrow during the day, as my lift isn’t going to get to me until 6.30pm.

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The whole thing is very, very exciting. I remember seeing the festival being advertised in the paper left on the table in the staffroom at the museum. As a History Nerd, I was rather keen to go, but didn’t think I would be able to get up there, or to stay for even a couple of days. I thought nothing more about it until the group got in touch with me to invite me to go with them.

Of course I said yes!

So, tonight will be the final night in 2013 for this weekend, because tomorrow, I shall go to bed in a period tent, in 1815. On Saturday I will wake up there, and won’t leave until Sunday evening.

Just need to find Pride and Prejudice to get me in the mood!

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Oh, found it!