Ash writes a blog

Day one. Last night as I sat in the middle of no where around a warm
blazing fire sat bk on a sheep skin rug looking up to the stars
slighttly tipsy chatting to people my freinds would jugde as hippys I
fort to my self... What the he'll am I doing here? But uno what I'm
having fun out here. My only worry I have is if my hat gets wet ! I
fort I would feel like I'm missing out on what my freinds are doing
but real talk this morning I'm having a fry up cooked on an camp
fire.. who's really missing out right now?

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