Back from 8 nights’ camping in North Devon with the children and Lovely Man and his son. Two tents, five pillows, three bodyboards, umpteen tent pegs. All crammed inside the car, speeding down the M5, eeking out Haribo. How to start a holiday… Here’s my take on it…. Capacity Your knee is in my back.Continue reading “Canvas”
Clarity is rare. Most of the time we are distracted by day to day responsibilities, the school run, the commute, the tube strike, the grocery bill…and then every now and then you get a chink of time, a window, that lets you see with precision, see everything. I was lucky this weekend, I got a chink.Continue reading “Clarity”
So, here we are at the start of the school summer holidays. These are my first ‘proper’ holidays since I left work. It’s my first year when I’ve been truly free to do what I want (with the boys of course) and, while I am as skint as a flint, I have a good roll callContinue reading “The secret SAHM club….and other campfire tales”
To Devon, to a friends house Near Salcombe. We camped. We had fairy lights but no sleeping bags. Practicality stitch style. But, even though other half was woken by a frog tapping him on the head It was such a beautiful place. I took some pictures for you. Happy bank holiday weekend.
I have always said that boats are just like caravans on water – you sleep on folding beds, you have shower blocks at the marina, you cook on a little gas oven, you get a terrible nights sleep. But, ironically, if it rains you DON’T GRT WET. result. So, last night we took the boysContinue reading “Not drowning but camping”