So just back from five days camping. We were in a field in somerset, with three other families plus a few supernumerary kids on loan.
It rained quite a bit – well, it rained more than the sun shone. But it was great fun.
I love camping. It’s a great antidote to modern life. You connect with the elements and the primal human need for warmth, shelter and food.
Most of all, though, it is a communal way of living where all the members of a group share their lives together for a period. For our family, that is a very good thing. My boys really enjoyed it. The mixture of families, with kids of a variety of ages, was very healthy.
I really enjoy living outdoors, under a big sky, facing the elements (a little – after all, it is summer, even if it is a particularly damp one). The simple act of putting the kettle on to boil and making some coffee brings with it a lot of pleasure, when the coffee is shared with others.
We drank some wine. Not a huge amount: a glass with our evening meal, then a couple of glasses later on, as we sat and chatted. Although the wine was modest (reds from the local Tesco – Gran Tesoro Garnacha and Storks’ Tower Tempranillo Shiraz) and was consumed from plastic glasses, the sense of camaraderie elevated the wine to a higher plane.