The universe keeps putting tempation in my way. When I took Ruby in for her service they were selling BMW Winter jackets at 25% off. I haven’t bought a new winter jacket since 1997 so bird-maths means that it will only cost me about 20 quid a year. Plus I canvassed opinion at work and got a full house in favour of purchase. So now I have a very lovely red jacket to match my red bike, but it does have that rather squeaky new feeling about it.
This morning I opened my copy of Camping & Caravanning at the back page (doesn’t everyone?) to find a review of the tentipi safir. It’s a proper tipi. You can stand up in it; you can hang your clothes on a drying rail, they sell stoves that you can light in the middle of it (inside!); and accessories include reindeer hide for lounging on and double-headed throwing axes. How can I possibly resist buying one? (actually, the price will probably prove an insurmountable obstacle – cracking on for a grand, that’s an awful lot of camping needed to make that economic…)