We’re back home after a week camping in Cornwall. I hear your laughter … yes, it was the coldest, wettest, bleakest weather you could imagine …
Imagine an exposed camping field on top of a headland. Add to this picture a hopeful family with two little ones, having pitched a tent in the dream of blue skies and sea-swimming. Now edit the picture to show the same hopeful family, feeling somewhat wet, rusty, cold and jaded by the persistence of clouds and absence of hoped for blue skies.
There are, of course, advantages of holiday-ing in such weather … empty beaches being one of them … um, hang on, I’m not sure I can remember any other advantages !! 😉
Midweek we ventured to the big city – Truro – where I almost cried with delight on discovering Pizza Express and the joy of spending two hours being dry, warm, well-fed. A window of pleasure, which made this Mummy Happy. Very Happy.
Ever grateful for Ruby Campervan providing shelter from the elements, especially at meal times. Truly impressed and full of admiration for the quality of our tent which remained steady in spite of winds in excess of 50 mph and lashing rain of Monday night. The little ones slept through it all, Mr and Mrs Happy were on alert all night listening, ready to bolt for the exit, a child in each hand, if the worst happened.
And a top tip for any parents reading this who have toddlers of your own – these are the very best addition to our children’s wardrobes and worth every single penny! Go buy them now, you’ll be so glad you did!
Despite the many layers worn to bed; despite the woolly hats waterproofs and stoic spirit; despite the fact this was our first holiday in 14 months (grrrrr!!); despite the beautiful shells on the beach … it was such a joy to come home a day early to a dry bed, bricks and mortar.
“It’s very nice to be home, Mummy” said the little Miss …. I couldn’t agree more.