We love camping. Well, we’ve just spent two years of holiday’s budget on a ludicrous blow up tent, so I guess what I should say is that we have to love camping. When we ordered our veg plants for the garden and I was sent an email to say that we got a free camp site space Cornwall over the summer as a thank you, I leapt at the chance to book it. I love freebies. And composting toilets. So I was already mentally planning it. In fact I think I was the first to book a pitch.
Roll on some months. We arrived at the Rocket Gardens campsite after a nightmare journey to find the kindest, most gracious Sainsburys delivery man in his little orange van, in the field looking most confused. I’m not sure quite what I thought I was doing ordering our shopping to be delivered in a field. I think there was some sort of part of me that thought I could organise my way out of the reality of camping with two small kids. And the fact that our giant car was full to the roof of gear, so there was no space for loo roll or pasta.
Well, we unloaded the shopping into the front seat of the car, then walked the kids across the field and started pitching our air tent at 8pm! By 10pm we’d borrowed someone else’s pump for our fancy new air tent. Yes, we didn’t pack the pump! You can guess the kind of marital bliss that was oozing from our pitch as darkness fell and our fancy expensive air tent was still a flat heap on the grass.
Well by 10pm kids were fed, composting toilets well used, tent finally done & pegged, beds inflated and hot chocolate was on. Elsie has JUST dropped off now (11pm). We’ve snuck our dinner by candle light and are into our sleeping bags. It’s raining out. Here’s hoping tomorrow is more chilled/less rainy/less traffic congested. Oh cripes, what have we done.