You can sleep out in comfort.
I used to enjoy it.

There was a coil of rope on the quay at Tarragona; it made a fine bed.

Lord, I can feel it now, all round me as I curled up in it, and the stars overhead, seen out of a barrel, so to speak!" Hillyard's face changed.

He had the spark of the true wanderer within him.

Even recollections of days long gone could blow it into clear, red flame.