Tom isn’t stupid. The tent is specially designed to retain warmth. All the same, they clearly don’t have a good idea of what they plan to do.
A forest in Gloucestershire is likely to be the Forest of Dean. Which is generally regarded (rather unfairly) as the home of inbred hicks around here, but you may have heard of it from Harry Potter (the scene in book 7 with the sword in the pond).
It was also in Primeval (and if you haven’t seen any Primeval, I strongly recommend it), as well as Dennis Potter’s Blue Remembered Hills.
The snow might be thawing in Johnny’s world, but in the real Gloucestershire it snowed last night. School was closed, although instead of doing my coursework, I made a snowman. And wrote this. So much for not procrastinating.
The snow is thawing pretty fast, but there’s more forecast for this evening, which could be a problem for the Sixth Form party, which is partially outdoors. I hope the roads are clear, because otherwise some of my friends won’t be able to make it. And, of course, the weather means that some people will have to change their costumes, or freeze. That won’t be a problem for me, though, since my costume, courtesy of multiple charity shops, includes a warm (though itchy) scarf, and a large coat. And a flat cap. I’m a poor Victorian. The theme was “the olden days”, so that ought to suffice.