Dirrty

There is no better shower than the one you have when you’ve been camping for a few days without showering. Yes, my name is purrplechick and I went without a shower for three days. Through choice. Partly because the queues for the campsite showers were huge, partly because my hair is unmanageable when washed without loads of care and attention that I frankly couldn’t be arsed to do in a van, and partly because sometimes it’s nice not to bother. The layer of dust, sand and general grime acts as a natural sunblock (I convince myself!) and when you’re communing with nature and all that other hippy stuff that I like to indulge in occasionally plugging in your GHDs just doesn’t seem quite right somehow.

I think I was half a stone lighter when I washed all that shit off me