Having a gas time
We had a real emergency recently during Storm Darragh.
We had no gas.
No gas means no tea. That is serious.
Soon after getting hitched oh so many decades ago, we bought a tent. One of those big yokes with bedrooms and an awning out front. Naturally we bought all the trimmings; a table, chairs, lights and a gas stove.
Our first camping trip was a bit of a disaster. I enjoyed it but Herself didn’t. I was told in no uncertain terms that camping was out of the question in the future.
I sold the tent.
We were left with the remnants – the table, chairs and the gas stove. Over the years the table and chairs wore out, collapsed and were skipped. the only thing left was the little two ring gas stove. That yoke gave us our money’s worth and came on many holidays and also acted as an emergency cooker during a power cut.
As I mentioned before, finding a refill was not easy. It was Daughter who came up with a possible solution – a shop in Skobieville that I had never heard of. I went over there today. The shop is at the back of an industrial estate which explains why I had never heard of it.
I got a cylinder of gas!
I tried it when I got home. It worked perfectly!
Bring on the next power cut!
Well done. During the great winter blackout of 95 in Connecticut my wife was despairing in our all electric house until our daughter pointed out that the propane bbq also had a gas ring on top. Now we have a wood stove, gas range and open fire for cooking. Bit of overkill, I suppose.
When it comes to heat and cooking there is no overkill.
chalk one up in the win column.
I had a similar experience with my wife. Tent blown down, scalding soup spilt on her crotch. No more camping for me!
There was none of that excitement at our trip. It did rain all the time which isn’t i suppose a good atmosphere to introduce someone to the delights of life under canvas?
Your wives are more resilient than mine.
She was frightened off camping by a hedgehog!
That’s mad! Hedgehogs are lovely creatures. f you can ignore all the spikes, they are very cuddly animals.
Decades ago, lack of funds forced camping as the only affordable holiday choice.
What fun we had, the two of us, driving from northern Britain to Interlaken, Switzerland and back again with all the camping gear – in an open, two-seater, Triumph Spitfire (a 1968 Mk3 model for the car-geeks).
But we were young, carefree, foolhardy and unmarried at the time, that trusty Spitfire saw some action. As did the very basic paraffin Primus stove we fitted in there somehow.
Nearly a little too much information there. It sounds exactly like my idea of an excellent holiday. If you’re on for a repeat, can I come too?
I like the occasional camping trip, my wife on the other hand not so much. Her idea of camping is to call 1-800-Mariot and reserve a room.
Sadly my missus is the same. They have no sense of adventure.