I have returned! Yes, dear readers – I survived my first adult-camping-experience-that-wasn’t-a-festival weekend! And can I tell you a secret? Whisper it now – I enjoyed myself. Even when I was woken at 6am by a frog sitting atop my head (really), I was laughing. I walked four miles in my fashion-statement workman boots, I drank lots of cider and I didn’t straighten my hair once. Take a look at our glorious surroundings…
Refreshments two miles into our walk
My time in the countryside was blissful, but I’ll always be a city girl at heart. What did you get up to this weekend? Were you home or away? Any boot sale bargains to report? Tell all, please!