This weekend, the Bunny family went our first camping trip. Daddy Bunny recalls lots of happy camping memories from his childhood in North America, but it never quite appealed to me. I did try to convince friends to join us on a camping trip a few years ago (I figured going with friends and other kids will make it more bearable for all) but my attempt failed and I just never bothered again.
Roll on a few years, our school PTA organised an annual family camping trip to Debden House. After much deliberation and encouragement from other mums over bottles of wine one night, we signed up and off we went, on what was predicted to be a very wet weekend. And oh my, what a joy it was. Even the weather was very kind to us and was very hot and sunny during the day. It was so joyous to watch the kids (about 30-40 families from school in our cordoned off area) having a whale of a time playing freely, parents hurdled around the BBQ, marshmallows and jokes around the bonfire, topped off with a late night organised walk around the woods which had the kids shrieking with excitement before they all crashed into their tents, fast asleep with the beautiful sounds of the raindrops falling on our tents.
It was A LOT of gear to pack for just a short trip. We had a borrowed tent, sleeping mats, sleeping bags, warm clothes, wellies and some food supplies. Not sure what we could have done without, will give that some thought before our next camping trip. Yes, there will be another one, sooner than you might think :o)