Camping adventures....

We discovered camping last year - we had some time booked off of work and had no real plans other than to just be off of work and relax.  One lazy Sunday afternoon whilst at our beach, sitting in our little pop up beach tent, the idea struck..... lets go camping!  Great idea, we went to great lengths to find the perfect campsite, in the perfect location.... two days before our departure Wolf posed the question... do we have all we need for camping?  With a sudden panic I realised "no.... no we don't..... no pots and pans, no cooker, no blow up mattress, no sleeping bag, but worst of all no tent!  So we shopped..... and hence camping was discovered.

We are now on tent number 2 - a positive palatial mansion of a tent complete with awning otherwise known as the "west wing" in which we set up our kitchen (seen to the right of the tent in this picture)  

We have embraced camping with a passion, gone are the days of 5 star hotels, comfy beds and meals served on request, We welcome the opportunity to sleep outdoors in gale force winds and torrential rain with merely a thin piece of nylon to protect us from the wrath of mother nature, and then once we have made it through the night follows the decision on what new and inventive meal we can make for breakfast in one pan on one hob, whilst periodically alternating the pan  a kettle to make that long awaited cup of tea.

Honestly I'm sure for a number of people this sounds like hell, but for us, its where we wind down, relax and recharge.  We have gone from the fair weather camping novices of last year to camping whatever the weather, whenever and where ever we can.

Which leads us to the last three weeks... and our latest campsite discovery.  Recently "Monkey" (Wolf's Son) decided he wanted to try camping, so rather than go 2 hours away where if he hated it we were stuck with a whiney child in a tent for the weekend, we decided to go to a local campsite - when I say local, what I actually mean is if we come out of our house, turn right and walk to the end of the road we would be there in about 3 minutes.... but once the aforementioned tent is pitched in the middle of a field somewhere, it really doesn't matter where you are.  Camping by the way was a roaring success with Monkey, he loved it.  And the best part is that the campsite we found was great, so much so that we haven't been home for the last three weekends!  Friday night comes around we race home from work load up the truck or the car depending on who gets home first and then we make the arduous 1 minute drive round the corner and pitch up - its our escape to a little corner of the world that is just for us, Its not everyone's idea of a holiday home, but for us its perfect!