I had to be a bit careful. It was like walking on egg shells.

“Nope. There’s no snakes. Well, none that will harm you anyway.”

“Nope. There are no poisonous spiders.”

“That’s why you’re in a hammock. Nothing will crawl in your ears.”

“You’re exceedingly brave. I wouldn’t go shopping for that length of time.”

Mrs P has even been practicing her hammock drills. She will be in a DD Travel Hammock complete with “grub net”. (According to Mrs P, a grub is a creature with more than 4 legs).

She positioned her way into the hammock with all the concentration of someone whose life depended on this manoeuvre.

Mrs P will also have the Tatonka 3 x 3 tarp and a fleece blanket (she sleeps hot and doesn’t like to be confined in a sleeping bag.)

“I’m not sleeping on that dead animal either,” she said referring to my reindeer skin.

“What do I do with this?” she said looking at the orange whistle placed around her neck.

“You blow it if you get stuck.”

“What do you mean if I get stuck! Where would I get stuck? What sort of place is this that I would get stuck?”

My eyes went heavenward.

It started like this:

“We are invited to a birthday party. Do you want to go?”

“Party? Yes, I like parties. I’ll go.”

“It’s in the woods.”

Silence.

“Ok I’ll still go.”

I nearly fainted.

Since then she has been a bit quiet. She says she is looking forward to it, but she’s understandably nervous. A night in the woods – just imagine that.

“Nope. There are no wolves.”

To be fair, she’s already surprised me with her tracking skills. So what else lays behind that supposedly disinterested demeanour?

What will she do? How will she fair? Where will she plug in her hair dryer? How will she use her straighteners? Will she go at all? Will she become a bushcraft convert?

Tune in next week to find out.

Thanks for the visit.