retro lamp hanging from tent during camping in nature in evening

Sorry For What I Said When We Were Putting Up the Tent

Helen Gordon It was the smell, shaken out with the crisped corpses of last summer’s earwigs; musty, with a tang of mould that will creep into the clothes that also act as my pillow – because polyester is for pussies; weak, and so left in plump perfection on the bed, in favour of fleece, which […]