Last week, when it was hotter than the Maldives, we and our friends decided to go camping for the weekend. Which sounds like a little bit of a silly idea when I write it down, but actually it was really lovely. The only time it was the opposite of lovely was at the crack of dawn every morning, when I woke up in a pool of sweat feeling like I’d been hit by a sledgehammer due to the insane temperature of the tent. And both times I attempted to combat the situation by opening the tent. And both times that woke my kids up. Ugh.
Love those dopey morning faces.
We didn’t go very far, just to Stoneywish, a little nature reserve half an hour from where we live (ROCK. ON). It was very basic, no showers, no bins – which wasn’t annoying until we had to leave, driving off in 30 degree heat with a dusty stinky old barbeque on my lap. No bins! It’s quite wild, but it was perfect for us. I don’t mind not washing for a couple of days, that’s part of camping eh? You’re all stinky together so no one notices. I hope.
And weirdly the kids didn’t seem to mind the heat much. They sat in the car and played mummies and mummies happily for the most part. With the odd little “you are not my best friend anymore” end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it moment thrown in. I love the drama when you’re three. 100 catastrophic statements per day.
Lilah loved squishing up to this little adorable button. He loved it less, but was very tolerant. Such a cutie.
And I’m getting rid of this dress. It’s one of only 2 sundresses I own (thanks, Marie Kondo!) and I thought it looked nice, until I saw me in pictures and I looked like a sausage. Bye dress!
Have a lovely week!