‘It’s not that cold,” I splutter through chattering teeth to my partner, Martin, who’s reclining a little too nonchalantly in a deckchair on the jetty above me. It’s late September, and I’m treading water between lily pads in the wild swimming pond at Moat Island Glamping in Norfolk, trying to prove once and for all that camping in autumn is a good idea. I only wish I’d packed a wetsuit.
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Georgia Stephens 