We went glamping in the Brecon Beacons for the weekend, doing only a bit of lazy walking on the Saturday with a visit to Ross on Wye on the Sunday. One of the best things about the glamping unit was the presence of a log fired hot tub. With the flames, the water, the cool air and the stars above, its a very primal experience. I can see how the Scandinavians derive such ecstasy from it that they feel the need to beat themselves back to sensibility with birch branches and roll about in snow. One thing I learned was that there is a lag time of about 1 hour to 90 minutes with the heating of the log burner and the temperature of the tub, so you need to get started long before you intend to jump in. Also, when the water gets unbearably hot, the only way to cool it down is to use a hose of cold water to top up, so have one handy. Musing as I did over the capricious nature of the specific heat capacity of water, I forgot to take a picture of the apparatus, which was joyfully lit with different coloured LED lights a bit like a Christmas tree, so I have included a picture off the internet to show you what I am talking about. The others are random clips from the weekend.
