Samson didnt exactly understand camping - his first words upon entering the tent that night were "all done!", as in, get me out of here. He said the same thing when he woke up in the morning and then promptly exited the tent. He wandered the gardens and the vineyard and was literally barefoot all weekend. He even got a tractor ride from the farmer next door.
I got lots of knitting done (new projects for the shop!), and we ate delicious food. It was like staying at a country bed and breakfast, (but cheaper!), and we got to bring Winston too. Yay!
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