The ideal would be crackle of a fire, the smell of something cooking in the cast iron pot, a cold beer, company that doesn't need conversation (a rare diamond to find)and the sound of night birds with the occasional sigh when looking at the stars.

You must have come camping with me at some stage in a former life because that's exactly what my camps are all about. Watching those stars come alive as the fire dies down to a low glow, the crickets, shuffle of the little beasts just outside the firelight...Heaven!