Oh yes. I was last in Berlin back in the good old days of the so-called "Cold War". Don't worry, folks ... I kept it going as long as I could!
Meanwhile, during my camp-site days (to which I may just return, but that's another story), I can honestly report that the worse night I've ever had was at a site near Ayr. Closely followed by another near Rotherham, beating a bad one near Aviemore into third place. All due to fellow campers, I should make clear, not the sites themselves! And the best? Why, in "Glorious Devon", of course! E&OE.
PS: only three months and an early breakfast, Darth? You must be counting the days now, then Mate.
"Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream."
