As we age we begin to grasp at youthful bliss like a life raft in a sea of harsh reality.

Those who are ignorant of Geology, find no difficulty in believing that the world was made as it is; and the shepherd, untutored in history, sees no reason to regard the green mounds which indicate the site of a Roman camp, as aught but part and parcel of the primeval hill-side.

A sad, plangent music. In the British camp, Sharpe thought, they would be singing, but no one was singing here.

Without the intense touch of nature, you can never fully freshen yourself! Go for a camping and there both your weary mind and your exhausted body will rise like a morning sun!

They take you. They treat you. They transform you.

What on earth would I do if four bears came into my camp? Why, I would die of course. Literally shit myself lifeless.