After having all the wrong gear on my previous trips, I knew that with the right gear, camping is warm and comfortable. Knowing this and knowing that Rog has the gear - and to some extent, so do I now, we struck a deal - We agreed we would camp in Roger's garden for a night - if it was too cold and uncomfortable then we would delay the trip, if not, the trip would go ahead...
We came back inside to watch the football on TV - often with the sound on mute, because Rog thinks you notice more of the game with no sound?! And then headed outside to the tents, with Ann, Roger's wife reminding us how weird it is for two grown men to opt to sleep in the garden.
I climbed into my 3-man tent with ease - not sure why I bought a MSR 3-man tent for my solo trip through Africa, but it's done me good over the years. Roger however, was a bit slower. I was peering out from under my tent door, watching him and trying to keep my laughter inaudible. Most things Rog does make me laugh. Whether it's watching him trying his hardest to get out of his comfy chair in the lounge or his reaction when he wakes up after his family shout "ROG!" when he's fast asleep in the chair.
When he finally got into his tent, I shouted above the noise of the wind, to see if he was OK - he was struggling to get in his sleeping bag. Ten minutes later I asked him again - he was now in it, but couldn't zip it back up again, but he assured me he was fine. I fell asleep pretty quick and the next time I woke up, I could hear Rog snoring - a good sign.
I was out the tent by 9.30am the next morning and Rog was already up. It was a success, he had slept well and even though the tent must have only been an inch or two longer than him and he wasn't able to zip up his sleeping bag even slightly, he'd been warm and comfortable.