I awoke with a start in the pitch darkness, the temperature had dropped to roughly minus a million degrees (give or take a couple of degrees I can't be sure). As I had done the toggle up on my sleeping bag so only my face was exposed -looking like a fat caterpillar- I put my arm out of said hole, I didn't want to risk my arse freezing off if I got out of my bag. I groaped around and pulled on a shirt and two pairs of bottoms to warm me up a little, I fell straight back to sleep.
A couple of hours past and I woke up ready to serve. My tent had become an oven and started to roast me alive. I urgently pulled my sleeping bag hole open, which was at the time only big enough to fit my nose through. As I did this I felt the cord burn around my midriff.
In my haste to get a shirt on I had managed to dress my pull cord under one of my arms. Effectively trapping me in my roasting tomb of canvas. After far too much effort for that early in the morning I broke free to roll out of my tent gasping for air. A little over dramatically but that's what happens when you take a city boy camping.
The rest of the day was great. I saw some woodwork, cheese making and fire lighting tutorials as well as having a go in the sheaf tossing and cross sawing competitions.
After that excitement I was quite tired so after lunch I dug out my hammock I bought in Vietnam and pitched it between a couple of shady trees and fell asleep, rocking gently in the breeze. I awoke a while later to the sound of the guitar. A young girl had taken to the stage constructed of an old horse trailer and hay bales and was covering Miike Snow's Animal in an acoustic style. It was good enough to rouse me and I enjoyed it greatly.
That evening I was on my own again so I joined a family I had met the night before for a few tins and a good chat as we watched the acts take to the trailer stage.
the next morning we packed up and drove through the dazzling countryside back to Wangeratta. I got a little excited when we stopped for a swim in lightning creek. All along the river floor was a golden dust, shimmering in the shards of the morning light. "Gold!" I proclaimed, "Fool!" Was what I heard in reply. I think they were talking about the shiny stuff not me.
We got back and had a delicious BBQ dinner with Amy's family and then watched a good movie.
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