Monday, 11 April 2011

Autobiographical sketches 73 - tent poles

When my boyfriend and I went to Ireland we lost the tent poles on the train. A man in a back street of Dublin made us some for our ancient cloth tent. He sawed them to length. The tent never had the same stretch again.

It was too heavy anyway, what's wrong with a modern tent. Nothing, especially when it comes to carrying it.

I did have short hair then. It didn't suit me.

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