I was in Summits yesterday and, by some miracle, came away with nothing for myself, just the present for The Boy that I'd gone in looking for in the first place. I must be ill.
I somehow managed to ignore the siren's song of the Rab Photon Hoodie (9/10 on the temptation scale) and the Vapour Rise (8/10). Some fondling did take place but I stayed strong and marched resolutely out the door. Either my inner gear monster's sleeping or there's a part of my brain that's finally woken up to the fact that there really is such a thing as too much gear.
(Let's just not talk about the Aspira Jacket from last week, right?)
I came home to a card from the postie. There's a parcel waiting for me at the sorting office. That'll be the Camp Corsa then.
On the bright side, I never even set foot in Tiso's.