Here we are, camping at 'Hidden Valley' a few miles south of Ilfracombe. The temperature last night was around four degrees C. Naturally we are the only people here camping (there are warm, heated mobile homes and caravans).
We have plenty of bedding; the thing about sleeping in a refrigerator is not so much the chilled air, it's more that everything is difficult.
We asked for an electric point but failed to realise that a special connector is needed. So our extension cable is useless and we can't use the electric kettle (although Clare forgot the cups so we're redundantly useless).
Anyway, it's just past 8 am and I'm in the car, ostensibly charging my mobile phone upon which I write these words. The heater is firmly on.
