Am I tough enough

 As a young person, I did a bit of time camping. In those days there was a tarp for a floor and a tent over the top. I've spent a lot of years since, getting used to some really comfortable mattress.

I though this weekend, I might try to re-discover my younger self. I bought a tent, dusted off the old sleeping bags and headed off.

After a few hours I arrived at my camp site around 6pm. It was already night but with a bit of moonlight I was set up within 5 minutes.

I had forgotten that between our current hours of darkness and bed time there is about 4 hours. I think I got bored around 9pm and fell asleep. It was quite a good sleep, but I did have to climb out at 4.44am for a toilet stop - yes it was raining and unpleasant standing outside, but I was soon asleep once more.

I was planning on tramping up a mountain, but as it was an advanced track in summertime, without the 6 hours of heavy rain that I woke up too. On some sections they have chains to help people haul themselves up, but having slippery mud tracks just makes it bad, not fun. So instead I decided on a walk around Hamilton Gardens to see what's new. I loved the new stuff, chatted to quite a few people including a group of young ladies (23ish).

At the cafe, having a late morning tea. As I was leaving, one lady approached and said "hi, lovely morning" and I responded in kind, while she full body scanned me - Actually while she was probably 10 years older, she was still attractive so I didn't complain and kind of regretting I didn't have a longer conversation. I'm not sure what was going on as on my way out of the gardens, about 200 older people were coming in as a group, with name tags and boxes of stuff.

Pub and skirt hunting

No, not hunting for a bit of skirt, looking for a replacement skater skirt as my slightly rubber like one had perished to the point of unwearable as it clung to itself making it a bit short occasionally. 

But first, time for a drink at the local

I proceeded to shop at Sylvia Park, pretty much in every clothing shop without success. After an hour and a half, including rest stops, I decided I wouldn't find a replacement on this trip even though I had tried on about eight different outfits.

Maybe Newmarket shops would be better? 

No luck there either after an hour of searching. Maybe I just have to wait until summer now.

Doctors visit

 Okay, so my body is getting old and has decided to try to kill me. I don't really mind but I was hoping it would wait another 40 years or so. Luckily the doctors have drugs that will overcome this slight hiccup.

Doctor called me in, she wanted to increase the dosage and just see where I'm at. At the doctors, they still insist we wear masks, I don't know why I bothered with lipstick. This is me trying to discretely use my phone camera in the waiting room. Doc had never seen me with a wig or makeup on but had seen me in  a skirt before.

Afterwards I had to visit the chemist for a new batch of drugs, that was fun and they are always polite and chatty, as you might expect for a small local pharmacy.

Weekend was fun, had coffee out as per usual and also spent 4 hours trying to get lost in a regional park, which is very hard when the only exit is in a South West direction.