I have discovered a way to feel immoral without actually technically doing anything wrong.
1 Go camping in Cornwall.
2 Have a great time. Talk loudly and heartily about fresh air and sleeping well.
3 Check the weather forecast.
4 Discover that torrential rain is forecast for just when you will be taking down your tent next morning.
5 Go very quiet as you imagine driving all the way back to Hertfordshire with a car full of wet stuff and spending the following day drying it out.
6 * Bottle out and book Saltash Travelodge
7 Take the tent down a day early.
* The immoral bit.
This is the second time I have done something similar and each time I have felt guilty about following my head rather than my heart and deserting the campsite early.
That evening, Carenza and I walked into Saltash to admire Isambard Kingdom Brunel’s amazing rail bridge across the Tamar. I said to Carenza, “It’s not raining yet. Maybe I made a mistake, bottling out early.”
But the following morning, as we toured the grounds of Cotehele House in the pouring rain, I knew that even though I may have lost the moral high ground, at least I had been right to pack up early.
If only I had been equally decisive about the journey home.
I had misgivings about leaving Cornwall at lunch time on a High Season Friday, but did it anyway and spent eight hours crawling along in heavy traffic. Perhaps Divine Justice was punishing me for my flaky attitude to camping.