I posted about my last camping experience here. It wasn’t all bad. I got to go to the Brighton meet up and hang out with some really cool people – Claire, Zora, Rehanon, Stevie, Zoe and Jo. That made the previous miserable night freezing under canvas unable to sleep totally worth it. This time though we took it to new extremes of discomfort.
I don’t know what has happened because I haven’t always felt like this. I used to love camping. I went at every opportunity and had no problem even wild camping miles from any facilities. I adored nights round the fire or listening to the rain. And I still want to love it but my tolerance must have decreased in old age. Recently I have not been able to get into it. Okay, that is an understatement. These last few trips have had moments of hellishness. However, the rest of my family love it. You do stuff for your kids that you would normally pay to avoid so I agreed to give it another go.
Look at them all having fun in the woods. How could I deprive them?
This time though I was going to learn from previous mistakes. I bought an air bed despite my husband laughing and calling me a Glamper. I also invested in a sleeping bag that will withstand arctic temperatures. I did a proper shop to stock up on firelighters, beer, cider, cans of gin and tonic, downloaded a couple of new books onto my Kindle. I figured I was fully prepared for a few nights without internet, wireless or phone signals.
Unfortunately I did not buy scuba diving gear.
It was an amateur mistake really. Everyone knows that it rains on the English August bank Holiday. It is as much a tradition as Afternoon Tea, St George (who, incidentally, was probably from Syria), the Changing of the Guard… I did actually expect rain. I packed wellies for all of us, except my husband who is way too cool and would rather wear damp trainers. I did not expect the kind of rain that within twenty minutes collapses your tarpaulin, floods your tent and most importantly drowns your fire. You can cope with most camping catastrophes if you have a fire. If you have a fire you can warm yourselves, make a cup of tea, survey the disaster and ho hum about how it could be worse. No fire means no cup of tea, and strangely alcohol just didn’t have the same effect.
Well we lasted two days and I am proud to say that it was not my decision to return early. Despite being soaked through to my underwear I kept smiling (through gritted teeth) and let the rest of them make the decision to pack up and come home.
Now we’re back, I’ve had a couple of days to recover and I need to sew. I still have to start my Sew Weekly Reunion project. I am trying to convince myself that it is keeping to the true spirit of what it meant by only giving myself a week to complete it. This fabric from my stash has Emerald, Mykonos Blue, Linden Green, Turbulence and Koi, or close enough, although they haven’t reproduced that well here:
After reading Lladybirds very inspiring post on how she manages to be so productive I have decided the next thing I need to do is tackle the rest of my UFOs – here is a small sample:
I also need to catch up with my blog reading – I have 214 unread posts on BlogLovin at the moment. Now if somebody would just find a way to stop time while I get a few of these things done I would be very grateful.