My DD has decided she will only feed when we lie down together - and today was a lesson in fore-thought - every day I go for a walk in the huge park with my mum and her dog and normally feed dd before we go out - but we were disrupted today by having a drink with friends, and so DD decided half way across a huge field she was hungry. So, in the end, see me lying under and oak tree on my coat in a pile of leaves with my furry wrap as a pillow, back against a fallen tree trunk, looking up at the blue sky with frost on the grass around me as DD feeds away happily. Thank god no passing poachers found me! Oh, how wilderness, I mused, picking leaves out of my purple plaits, and I don't even consider myself that much of a hippy!
So - please add your stories of breast feeding bizzare-ness!