The ‘informal campsite’ appeared just after the Forest Throne, and there were some excellent flat spots and a gushing river of fresh mountain spring water to gorge on. An old firepit was obvious and some kind person had already collected the logs. Some kindle collecting later and it was time to stoke up, get the spicy noodle soup on, grab a seat and get comfy. I tell you, there’s nothing much more satisfying than making and tending yourself a good fire. I’m surprised TV ever caught on when you had the chance to do this every night in the olden days :) Give me crackling sticks any day.
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