Tents

We're off on our travels again.  And this is our chosen overnight accommodation.  I don't know what it is about camping, but it's something I've always enjoyed.  I remember my grandfather used to put one up in his back garden for me when I was a child.  It was a blanket laid over a couple of sticks and some string to tie it down.  He would often crawl inside with me and usually fell asleep.  An old man's trait!  We leave on the 11th, and these tents pack down very small to fit on the Harleys.  The boys would like to come, but there's no room in the saddlebags!