I couldn’t take the final #BookADayUK prompt seriously, no matter how hard I tried. If my house were to go up in flames, I’d be forced to camp out like the vagabond I’ve always hoped to be. The cookbook would come in handy. Besides, it’s a souvenir of last year’s camping trip to Dunns swamp, which reminded me that you’re never too old, even if you think you are. If I had a fraction of the camping gear owned by Marsha Durham and her husband, I could live outdoors indefinitely.