Matthew on page 136
There's a camp I go on every year in the middle of a field with no electricity and bad food and bugs everywhere, and one of the weeks that I look forward to most each year (especially since I'm now old enough to go along as a helper rather than a camper, so I end up cooking the bad food).

Matthew on page 38
It sounds a lot like us English' relationship with Wales. The Irish drink, the Scotts hunt haggises, and the Welsh get intimate with sheep (in the rain).