Ever wondered what camping is like in Lancashire?
Ey up, we’re here in Clitheroe
Pitching up our tent
The footprint’s sorta mouldy
One ot’ poles is bent
The forecast did look gorgeous
On checking yesterday
But the sun went in
And the clouds came out
At the onset of our stay
So venture into Clitheroe
Is what we think we’ll do
We hear they have a market
An’ it’s a goodun too
We’ve got a coupl’a neighbours
They’ve already had a row
‘Hold that pole, now keep that there,
Oi, what you doin’ now?!’
So here we are in Clitheroe,
We’re camping like we’re ‘ard
But truth be told I’m freezing, me
I’m Northern but I’m mard
We’re only gonna stay two nights
I think it will be plenty
I’m getting soft in my old age
Keep forgetting I’m not twenty
The wind’s gettin’ up
The tent is swaying
Best peg them guy ropes down
We’ll light the barbie
Crack open a beer
When we get back from town
This camping lark in Lancashire
Ain’t for the faint of heart
Especially at 5am
When’t morning chorus starts
The kids are playing football
The dog is quite content
We’re freezin’ but we’re ‘appy
In our big green six man tent
Any poem I’ve ever written while camping was probably booze and cold fuelled and made far more sense before I slept on it!