Thank pod it's over

For (what seems like) the 173rd time this year, we went camping again this weekend.

We were there to celebrate the 50th birthday of my dopey brother-in-law, Dagenham Dave.  He's the postman who never delivers.

Studfold near Pateley Bridge was the venue, and it was a little different.

Yes, a big field was involved.

But if you thought Charlotte was going to spend another night sleeping under canvas, you don't know our Charlotte.

Because three pods were available.

So we bagged the one on the left.

It was "The Wise Pod."

More importantly, it had a door, windows and a roof.

That was all on Saturday.  Come Sunday, it was time for the adventure trail.

With cousin Holly joining us, we encountered a giant dragonfly.

A big bird on a big spade.

We built a boys' den.

(Sadly, the girls' den was better).

And we sniffed a smelly box.

What an appropriate way to bring another never-ending camping season to an end.

Bring on the winter snow.