OK, so the weather forecaster man just predicted 'autumnal weather', but it's still a summer holiday, dammit! Adventurous, thrill seeking souls that we are, we're going camping in the New Forest,here to be precise.
I love camping. If you haven't been, here's some reasons that you should:
1) It's very very green. Even if you venture further than the 50 miles away that we're planning (be honest - can you really say you know everything within a 50 mile radius so well that you couldn't have a good holiday there?), it's usually still pretty green. Obviously all the camping in the world isn't going to make a trip to Oz eco friendly, but camping in France? That's pretty good.
2) It's very very cheap. Even if, like us, you splash out £150 on a nice big tent and buy a decent stove and sleeping bag, if you look after them they'll last for years and save you a fortune compared to paying for hotels.
3) You don't have to be remotely intrepid. I take blankets, rugs, tea bags, seasonings, pretty much everything. I am not intrepid. And we have a mahoosive family sized tent between the three of us (and Teddy could hardly be accused of taking up much space).
4) You will, however feel terribly intrepid.
5) It's lots of fun. You can play in the sunshine, and if your tent is comfortable it's even fun if it rains (probably).
The other thing that I love about camping is the lists. Regular readers of this blog may have noticed that I have a certain affection for lists of all shapes and sizes. When you go camping there are food lists, packing lists, baby stuff lists, lists of lists... The possibilities are endless. I am about to sign off for the evening in order to go and start some preliminary lists, but don't worry, I won't share them with you (I'm not sure that Blogger's servers are up to it, to be honest).
I love camping. If you haven't been, here's some reasons that you should:
1) It's very very green. Even if you venture further than the 50 miles away that we're planning (be honest - can you really say you know everything within a 50 mile radius so well that you couldn't have a good holiday there?), it's usually still pretty green. Obviously all the camping in the world isn't going to make a trip to Oz eco friendly, but camping in France? That's pretty good.
2) It's very very cheap. Even if, like us, you splash out £150 on a nice big tent and buy a decent stove and sleeping bag, if you look after them they'll last for years and save you a fortune compared to paying for hotels.
3) You don't have to be remotely intrepid. I take blankets, rugs, tea bags, seasonings, pretty much everything. I am not intrepid. And we have a mahoosive family sized tent between the three of us (and Teddy could hardly be accused of taking up much space).
4) You will, however feel terribly intrepid.
5) It's lots of fun. You can play in the sunshine, and if your tent is comfortable it's even fun if it rains (probably).
The other thing that I love about camping is the lists. Regular readers of this blog may have noticed that I have a certain affection for lists of all shapes and sizes. When you go camping there are food lists, packing lists, baby stuff lists, lists of lists... The possibilities are endless. I am about to sign off for the evening in order to go and start some preliminary lists, but don't worry, I won't share them with you (I'm not sure that Blogger's servers are up to it, to be honest).
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