Camping out

Sometimes you don't have to travel the world to find adventures. Sometimes you can find them in your own back garden.

We're back from Lyon and staying for a few days in our house in the Ardeche, where Michael always has wanted to do a trek up in the mountains just as we did when I was living in Greenland.

With his birthday coming up, he made it his birthday wish to camp out and even though my broken knee forbids me to do actual rock climbing, we could always set up the tent on our small mountain terrace behind the house, overlooking the Mas river.

The tent was an old thing which we had last used in the Paradise Valley outside of Nuuk and as it was almost ten years ago, we found it a little bit complicated to remember how to assemble it.

Finally, it was done. Our food, the wine, and the water were carried down, and it was not a minute too soon.

The thunderstorm that threatened to break loose all day, finally decided that it was time.

I think it is the most wonderful feeling, to lie in a tent, dry, warm and safe and listen to the rain pouring down.

Every time the thunder boomed in the valley, it sounded like something broke, just above our heads.

We woke up the next morning having slept absolutely wonderful.

His birthday we spend writing or reading. Taking the time to do nothing at all.
It was a lovely day - and as it WAS his birthday, the sun was shining all day. No signs of thunder or lightning.