Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:
Reena stumbled, grabbing hold of Jay’s jacket.
She hated all this walking. Jay had suddenly decided that their life had become stale, full of the same old social gatherings in the evenings and the same tired London venues, followed by mornings spent with serious headaches and hangover cures.
“We really need to get out more. Like out, out, you know.”
“Definitely Jay-by baby! There is this great new place that has just opened up in Knightsbridge. Everyone’s raving about it. Shall we try that?”
Jay looked at her. “I don’t mean dinner, you know. More like the Great Outdoors. We need to hike. Go camping or something. That kind of out.”
Reena recoiled internally, whilst beaming a cheesy smile at him. Camping? Her? Never!
However, Asha had mentioned glamping to her before. That she could manage. All of her creature comforts, and ample Insta moments…
“So, I booked a pitch for us. We’re off tomorrow morning! Make sure you pack your hiking boots and lots of layers hun. It’ll be a laugh!”
Right. She could do this. And Jay would never book them anywhere untoward. It always needed WiFi, and hot tubs, a decent bar and eaterie, and a huge bed.
Back to that stumble.
Reena’s feet were aching. Her Adidas Tubulars weren’t built for actual sports or walking, and they certainly didn’t look Insta-worthy anymore.
“Jay! Seriously, how much fur-” As she stumbled, she looked up and saw a cross. Oh My God! Where had he brought her? To some graveyard? Was she going to be sacrificed?
Jay’s arm went round her instinctively and he pulled her up. “Reena, honestly. It’s only a bit of walking. Do you ever stop moaning?”
“Now, I just need to work out which way we have to go to get back to the campsite.”
Campsite… huh! Reena rolled her eyes as she remembered where they were meant to be sleeping tonight.
He hadn’t been joking. There were no luxury yurts, powerpoints or even WiFi. She had had to help him put up a tent. A tent, for God’s sake! And she was sleeping in an actual sleeping bag too…
“Hang on, what do you mean ‘work out which way’? Are we lost? Jay!”
“Not lost… just a bit… disorientated. Ah, hang on, here’s a sign post.”
He walked up to the cross, which wasn’t actually one, and read the signs.
“There you are, only three miles that way. Come on Reens, we can be back before sunset, and then we can make our dinner. Love a bit of beans on toast! You do know how to use the camp stove, don’t you?”
Er, no. Reena had barely used their cooker in their fancy kitchen, and he thought she would be able to operate a camp stove? This was going to be a long, hungry weekend…
Next time, she was doing the bookings.
But I Smile Anyway... 