This feels like the stuff childhood is made of

Sometimes I disconnect during our camping trip to Dorset - mind buzzing up and away from its normal constraints under all that empty sky - and wonder what our ancestors would think, if they could see us leaving our safe, waterproof Life Boxes to sleep under a flimsy, pegged-down balloon. Voluntarily huddling round open flames … Continue reading This feels like the stuff childhood is made of

Toddlers, tents and big open skies

I write this while the boys are in the bath. A bath! No one is overbalancing into a puddle of muddy water, or shrieking about having their nappy removed in a strange cold cubicle, or opening the door to a crowd of curious onlookers while you struggle blindly into your underwear. WOT LARKS. We are … Continue reading Toddlers, tents and big open skies

A love letter to our favourite camping holiday

I have decided some things about camping holidays. I have decided it's alright to need a daily shower and a hairdryer, even when you're in a field. You are you, right? You are approaching thirty, and you are good at lots of things, and roughing it really doesn't have to be one of them. I … Continue reading A love letter to our favourite camping holiday

Castles and canvas

So guess what? It's raining, and since I'm underneath an actual roof, I'm totally casual about it. Rain on, my friend. Rain on. Of course, we knew when we decided to go away camping for Bank Holiday weekend that it would rain. August Bank Holiday and rain are like bacon and...more bacon: two stalwart adventurers … Continue reading Castles and canvas