There’s nothing like pre-autumn camping. Most people are already bemoaning the end of their 16 hours of sunshine, the heat that reminds them of the hell from which they come, and breaking out the coats and mittens early in anticipation of six months of chills, overeating and sadness. Most importantly, they’re staying home more. Just the thought of summer revelers shelving their enthusiasm is enough to put a smile on my face, and motivate me to pack up my crappy old truck and head for the hills for a few days. Food, check. Water, check. Fishing gear, check. Tent, check. Pipes and ‘baccy, without question.
Greg Pease and I don’t talk much anymore. I’m sure it isn’t personal, I’m doing my thing, he’s doing his. I do think about him often, he’s the one who helped me get started writing what you all read now, and I “grew up” on his tobacco, as it was one of the three lines available at my local tobacconist at the time. Lagonda, an offering from his Old London Series, is related to a personal favorite he makes, Meridian. Lagonda by comparison offers more of a direct approach, and I wanted something with a bit more backbone. Lagonda also never seemed to wow the crowds, and naturally that made me curious. If pipe smoking has reinforced anything, it’s what I already knew: the crowds are usually wrong at their worst, or at best simply bobbing their heads in unison with each other for no reason at all.