The drive from Great Yarmouth is long; my Walkman offers solace in the form of Guns N’ Roses. I don’t know where in the forest we’re camping, somewhere near Santon Downham mother says. The track leading from the main road is rough, littered with pine cones and deep vehicle ruts, our secluded camp a heathy glade between the trees. Unloading the contents of an overstuffed car boot, we begin to erect the tent; it’s my first time hammering in metal pegs and fixing guy ropes, but it soon takes shape as the light fades. After a meal of baked beans and sausages by the camp fire I squeeze into my sleeping bag as a rumble of thunder echoes in the distance. The inevitable downpour follows; rain lashes the tent, guy ropes whip around uncontrollably. I turn up my Walkman to drown out the monsoon: welcome to the jungle.
filling the dark space
Santon Downham is a village in Thetford Forest, eastern England.