Never spent a night in a luxury tent before.
We had always made our own camp.
Lugging all the detritus required for nights under the stars.
In advance I planned to sexually attack my man.
I had a plan. It was to be a slow deliberate seduction.
After eating delicious food cooked on from the log fuelled fire.
Salmon slowly cooked with the taste of smoke.
I drank local cider, sweet and bubbly.
Had the most outrageously delightful hot power shower.
My mistake was to lay down on the bed.
The bed was like a slice of heaven,
It was as if loads of little fingers were lifting me,
Supporting me, firmly nurturing my body and soul.
Alas, no seduction from me took place.
I was seduced by the bed, in the glamping camping tent.