Last week my friend and I decided to go on a mini trip. It wasn't the sort of spontaneity that drives a person to take risks, or to do something crazy or out of character. But it was unorganised and unexpected and for someone who does not do spontaneity (
aka me) it was nothing short of a miracle that just three days after a discussion about camping, a quick trip to Argos to buy a tent and a detour in the pet store next to Argos to squeal at hamsters and we were set. Off West we went in my little yellow car to camp for the night in the Trossachs National Park.
By some sort of rookie road trip magic we didn't get lost and only had to use google maps for about twenty minutes when things got confusing in Stirling. There was a minor moment of panic caused by a complacent pheasant, which caused both myself and Lauren to scream and duck simultaneously, as if our positions inside the car had any correlation to the glass screen on the outside. The silly bird flew so close that I briefly thought I'd have to window wipe it's dead body off the glass.
