Wednesday 23 July 1986

We slept in the tent again.  Me, my friend and his brother were the human occupants and Auntie’s dog also joined us.  I remember telling anyone who’d listen for days, weeks, months and years afterwards about the fact that the dog seemed to expand as the night progressed.  She started off occupying a decent enough space – she was a black lab, but by morning seemed to be all over the place.  Before sleep eventually came, we had treated ourselves to coffee, sandwiches and chocolate.

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