Apr 25
Camping
Something new every day.
I just had three teenagers knock on the door (it’s 9.15pm) and ask if I have a tent I could borrow them.
No.
- Well, actually I do, but it’s a one person tent and you’re three.
- And even if I did have a bigger tent, I’d still not borrow it, because
- I don’t have a freakin’ clue of who you are.
Earlier today I had this conversation with my neighbour and complained how perfect strangers stop and talk with me like they’ve known me for years. He said that the whole village knows me, I’m the Finnish photographer with a motorbike (which appears to make me a bit of a local celebrity – or freak). So I’m quite sure that the parents of these kids told them to come to me and ask for a tent because surely I have one, being an outdoorsy type of person and all.
That’s life on the countryside. Welcome to Loos.
2 comments
I hate it when I go fetch a postal/courier delivery and when offering ID get told “we know you already”. Creeps the heck out of me, but I can imagine that it’s even worse there
Oh, wonderful… I’d done the same, bad me