I think I may have found my happy place… Croyde in north Devon. If you’ve not been then I urge you to go. Actually, don’t go, as then there’ll be less room on the beach!
We went camping with friends over the Bank Holiday. Camping has never been something I thought I’d like. I only went once as a child with the girl guides, when everyone in the four-person tent I was in got food poisoning – I still have vivid memories of us all throwing up rice everywhere (sorry if you’re eating your breakfast). We were so ill we had to go home early.
Thankfully our time in Croyde was nothing like that…
One of the nicest things about camping was being able to throw the bedtime routine out the window for a few nights and all snuggle together on a blow-up bed. Harper requested to hold the torch til she fell asleep and I had to make up stories that involved a music shop, dresses, a dinosaur and a magic door. Grayson curled up in my arms and cupped my face or ear for the whole night. We were all up at 5 something in the morning and Gray has been so clingy since we got back but that won’t taint my memory.
Our friends are camping and watersports pros so we spent most of our time on the beach whilst the girls went body boarding and the boys built sandcastles or dipped their feet in the sea. We stumbled upon a local church’s event where they had pony rides, duck races, a bouncy castle and cream teas. What more could you want in life?!
It was really nice to be a bit unplugged from life for a few days, do yoga on the beach and not worry about messy hair full of sand. It did us all a wonder and I can completely see why people choose a beach life over city living.
We did have a ridiculously long journey back but that hasn’t put us off going again as we’ve already booked for next year!
~ Laura xx ~