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.
A couple of weekends ago, when we realised the sun would (probably) be shining, possibly for the last time all year, we decided to do a last minute camping trip in a bell tent in Dorset. We’ve never been in a bell tent before and, to be honest I’ve been put off in the past because they usually charge the same as a decent hotel. I still do kind of think that, but it was fun and the kids had a total blast.
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.
Last weekend we were lucky enough to be invited to the beautiful Larmer Tree Festival in Dorset. I’ve been to quite a few festivals, but none with children. I have never dared. And it was definitely a different experience. I did have moments where I envied the child-free, boozing, snoozing people, but actually I enjoyed this one more than any festival I’ve been to before. Larmer Tree is so chilled out, so friendly and so varied. You can just sit in one spot and entertainment will come and find you.