Despite an incredibly off-putting forecast of five days of thunderstorms, high winds and a lot of rain; remarkably, I’ve just returned from a camping foray in Cornwall where we managed to bag a fair bit of the elusive three. We even achieved four consecutive beach trips with swimming at three, ice cream at two and a bit of sunshine at them all. I even dragged myself out of bed at 4.30am for a sunrise swim! Of course, this is the West Country in August and we did also have two nights with 50mph winds and some wee hour peg checks but we managed to set up and pack up in dry weather so I’m calling that a win.I’ll be honest, I was less than enthusiastic when the week began but the incredible positivity of some of our group members soon rubbed off on me and before we knew it, ‘it’ll blow over’ became the motto of the trip. It also helps that one of our amazing friends who was missing the festival scene remedied this by building a fully stocked bar, complete with pork scratchings and music in the centre of our tents! Even waking up to a rainy day and finding our event shelter had disappeared in the night was remedied when the sun came out just at the same time as said shelter was discovered, mostly unscathed, by a farmer in a nearby field and hastily retrieved before, as he put it, the cows got it.
I had the grandest plans to blog every day whilst away, thought it might kick start a more regular writing habit. But we all know what they say about the best laid plans and I was thwarted by a combination of tiredness and a desire to be fully present with my family and friends on the first day. So the phone stayed in the tent most of the week (except to check the forecast of course – an addictively futile task), email notifications were turned off and we always managed to completely switch off and create a temporary mini community in a field on the cliffs in Cornwall for 5 days.One of the main things I realised this week (apart from the fact that I should definitely not revisit rum for a while…) is that camping with kids is so much easier now they are older. In fact, this would apply to life in general. I really feel like this year, we’ve turned a corner and fully left behind that particular brand of all consuming parenting that you have with really young kids. Don’t get me wrong, I spent a good portion of my week trying to navigate disgruntled, tired kids and social dynamics but as a general rule, they’ll go off and play, they don’t need my help to get a snack or drink, to go to the loo. Even bedtime is easier. And it makes things feel so much easier in many ways. I feel like I’m slowly clawing back a bit of myself, I’m finally not defined as just Mum. And this struck me particularly whilst we were away and I spent a lot of time talking (and annoying) my friends rather than just chasing a toddler around the field!
And now? I’m home and absolutely exhausted but feeling like my cup has been refilled. Dan’s actually nipped to Wales for the weekend with our middle one so the vibe at home is odd, still feels like a holiday with two thirds of the household gone. I love having three kids but I maintain that three is a tricky number and regardless of which one temporarily leaves, it’s always easier with two. So we’re having a gentle return to normality before the working week begins on Monday and we have to get on that treadmill of life again.Have you ventured away this summer? I initially felt a bit odd about going away but am so glad we did and am now very looking forward to what is becoming our annual trip to the Lake District next month.
I took barely any photos whilst away mainly because our resident photographer was in situ for the first few days so I’ll nick a few of his to share some of our time with you. I’ve never been to this particular part of the North Cornish coast but I’ll definitely be back, if only for the sunsets!