A few years ago I bought a tepee. It is, of course, not made of animal hides but of a sturdy canvas although, from a couple of hundred yards away, it looks just like the real thing.
I am small and have to enlist the help of taller friends to put up the poles and wrap round the canvas; the more extrovert among us then have a dance but the more self-conscious just look embarrassed. There is something very different about sitting in a tepee, it is not like being in a normal tent; I find that it both relaxes and inspires me at the same time. I have a wild area in my garden with a large pond and from spring until late autumn the tepee stands close by it. There is a smoke vent at the top and sometimes I lie face up and watch the clouds float past overhead. Occasionally I use my macbook or iPad out there but this is a place better suited to pen and paper or needle and thread than to electronic gadgets. I am sure that to some eyes my tepee looks completely incongruous in my English Garden with a Victorian Greenhouse , herbaceous borders and formal hedges all within sight but it is another perfect place for solitude and I love it.