As the eve of the final day of camping approached, we found a perfect spot to pitch up our tents, light peered through the tree tops gazing down upon the flowers and mushrooms that littered the forest floor, it was a scene from Alice in wonderland.
I was overcome with relief when I was told “don’t worry about the second tent this evening, we should share the big one it’s going to be very cold”
As the sun began to set, the fire was set up and beers flowed with laughter and good companionship, as the stars saturated the night sky and we basked in the ghastly white glow from the moon, the end of the night was called, admittedly we’d both drunk more than planned but it was a final blowout. After hitting the hay and getting tucked in for bed I was finally ready to doze off.
Around 10 or so minutes later, my friend got up and left the tent “these drinks really do go right through you huh”
Within a minute or so, I was called out “quick quick get out here!!” She insisted, hastily I hobbled out from the tent, peering in the darkness.