Saturday was a glorious day, the first day of spring (obviously it was still January so the return of winter is to be expected), as I headed up to Ashleworth to camp with a bunch of people in a variety of camper vans, tarps and tents. The night, however, was cold. Must have been down to zero as there was frost on the tent. I had unfortunately stupidly forgotten to bring my warm syndown jacket but someone lent me one similar. Not surprisingly as wasn't half the point (at least half) of being there to spend time in the company of Good People. We cooked chips and chatted about everything from lymphoma to wank socks.