We came to this conclusion flying to Adelaide recently, which we will agree could sound a little strange. However, we were watching the acclaimed Dally M award winning movie Darkest Hour concerning Winston Churchill’s reluctance to compromise over negotiating peace with Germany when all looked lost in WWII. We’re not sure how this ended up because the plane landed before the movie finished, but we assume England eventually won in golden point extra time.

“Compromise eh,’’ we pondered a bit later on.

“Perhaps it is time to compromise on our strident anti-camping policy that has been in place for the last three decades or so.’’

The regular follower of this column will know that we have been nothing if not consistent in our stance against camping. As recently as last October (we think, we’re too lazy to look) we wrote a piece in this space confirming our total opposition to camping. We probably rambled on about having no intention of roughing it while there was a perfectly good hotel room to stay. We’ve tended to say that or at least something similar in the last 30 years because we’re not clever enough to think up another line.

However, that is about to change. Sort of. For this weekend we’re heading to the wilds of Seal Rocks for a stay. But we won’t be camping, no way, for we don’t sell our soul that quickly. No, this correspondent will be glamping. For those unaware of such things, glamping takes the effort out of camping. No tents, no sleeping bags, no concerns about voracious wildlife.

We’re not sure who camp up with the term ‘glamping’ but it is certainly apt. In all probability there will be those nature lovers who will be camping over Easter in the wild terrain of Seal Rocks. Good luck to them we say.

However, if the weather turns nasty, we fear for these poor wretches, huddled as they will be in their flimsy tents, hoping they are strong enough to hold out against whatever nature throws against them. All this while we’ll be safely ensconced in up-market lodgings free of any concerns. Cyclone on the way, well, we’ll be okay, we’ll just find some hatches we have to batten down. Or at least get someone to batten them down for us.

Incidentally, camping types, don’t come knocking on the door if tempest does hit, because there’ll be no room at the inn, just to mix our religious holidays. You want to rough it, then go ahead and rough it, but don’t come running to us when it gets too well, rough.

So now our only concern about next weekend is the apparent lack of licensed premises in the Seal Rocks area. Guess we can always take out own refreshments. Some sacrifices just have to be made, in the interests of compromise.