I returned from the good old US of A jet lagged, sunburned but otherwise in good order on Friday morning to find a box of goodies waiting on my doorstep. The Scandinavian mystery box had made a southern dog leg down the north sea coast to find me. It's contents are rather interesting. Amongst other things it contains my new meths burner. A pack a feather XL courtesy of Roger. Reward for my, all to nerdy, camp stove recognition skills finely tuned with many wasted evenings bent over a PC Googling gear. I always knew it would pay off! I now have in my possession another wondrous piece of kit I can't wait to try out. There's a whole bunch of other stuff in there too but I'm not about to tell you any more. It's a mystery box after all. If I'm right about the order of business It'll soon be winging it's way to Finland, less a couple of welcome bits and pieces and topped up with a few of those bits of kit collecting dust in the bat cave and in need of a new life in a caring home. I think I might need to find a bigger box. Great fun and a great principle! The trail indeed unites us.
