Good folk, friends, peeps, mateys and bods. Summer is at its blistering (although slightly windy today) height, and we find ourselves barrelling exhilaratingly towards what scientists refer to as “The Bit With Lammas Camp In It”.
Are you planning to join us for Lammas Camp this year? ‘Course you are. It’s the event of the season. They all want to be there — celebs, Hollywood A-listers, rock stars, lords and ladies, barons, dukes and emperors… They all want in on this — but places are limited.
What are we to do?
Dinnae fash, as they say in ma dad’s auld haimtoun.
You — yes, you, you delicious seeker of wonders, you — have a chance to get in ahead of the crowd, and claim your place in the sun probably unless it thunders again but that’s fine too we’re nature lovers we can cope.
How to claim your place? Well, on the advice of the local constabulary, we’ve been advised that we can’t run another Hunger Games to winnow the applicants this year (oh, and by the way, whoever left the chakram behind after the last time, the police say we can’t have it back: they’re melting it down to turn into little statuettes of Sir Robert Peel for the annual divisional charity knick-knack sale).
Sorry to those who were looking forward to that. But this year we’ve found an even more effective approach, which we’re calling ‘tickets’. Basically, we have a number of specially designed pieces of paper, which you can buy, with money — no swordplay or mortal terror required — via the Morning Star Craft web page HERE. (Also, do consider buying sparkling dangly things from Morning Star Craft while you’re there.)
Get in quick. Stake your claim. There’s gold in them thar hills. That hill. There. Let’s all go and camp on it.