A couple of years ago round this time of year, I went on a solo bouldering trip in the Gramps and took an esky half filled with dry ice, with real ice on top of it. And a bottle of gin, a bottle of vermouth, martini shaker and glasses. And yeah, I felt pretty bloody smug kicking bck in a hammock at the end of the day with an icy cold martini, complete with stuffed olives. Who says you can't live the high life while camping? |