First Family Camping Trip

We saw a break in the weather on Tuesday and we took the chance to take the little ones for their first night camping. As we were only going for the night we stayed reasonably close and only went as far as Chivenor. This gave us the advantage that if the little ones hated it we could get home. Thankfully though they took to it like a duck takes to water. We were fortunate with the weather as well as it was glorious and sunny during the day, rained during the night and was dry again the next morning for packing up.

Putting up the tent took a little time as every few minutes the little man kept calling for the potty, at least he is potty trained now. We were fortunate as well as we were the only ones in the camping field so the little ones could run around to their hearts content.

 Once the tent was up we headed out for some essential supplies (case of cider and some rum), oh and picked up a few bits for dinner.  The campsite had a really nice little playground for the little ones, so cider in hand I spent quite a while pushing the little man on the swings to screams of  'I'm Flying'. He does love the swings, just wish he could swing himself as it does get a little tedious standing there pushing. We also managed to coax him to the top of the slide, and with a full family effort got him down. Elizabeth supervising, Debbie pushing and me catching.

 After Adventure land I had built up a thirst so retired back to the tent to cook dinner with a much needed cider whilst watching the little ones chasing each other around the field, probably the most relaxed I have felt for a while. They really did enjoy themselves but as always they constantly find extra reserves of energy. I am sure we should harness the little ones to cure the world energy shortage as they must produce more megawatts than Sellafield.  Maybe we should get a giant hamster wheel and hook it up to a generator, they would really enjoy that.

 We had a really nice little BBQ and then waited with anticipation for the onsite pub to open, unfortunately we had picked a night when it didn't open. As we were close to the Tarka trail we decided to walk up to the Braunton Arms (ex Tarka Inn) thinking it was just around the corner. Three miles later we finally arrived for a well deserved drink.

 Arriving back at the tent the little ones snuggled up in their sleeping bags and we all went to sleep, well the little ones did, having forgotten pillows Debbie and I had a less than restful night but it was great hearing the dawn chorus.

Now looking forward to another slightly longer camping trip, but must remember the pillows.