The moment that I love the most when camping is waking up, unzipping the tent and letting my eyes rest upon a view of the sea. It’s such an uplifting start to the day. Other than a glorious evening on the Friday, the weather was not kind to us for our trip to the Gower this weekend. We managed to have a whole lot of fun, nevertheless, even whilst barbecuing in the pouring rain on a misty cliff top, which is a testament to the unfailingly good company of the wonderful friends with whom we camped. In every available dry spell we made our way through the sand dunes to the expanse of beach below. There were football matches, surfing lessons, dune jumping competitions, foraging expeditions and sand castle building extravaganzas. Every delight that a wild beach has to offer on a drizzly day.
The boys were in their element and would have happily stayed forever. I was not sorry to return to a warm dry house, but in between the mounds of washing, I have spent the whole day daydreaming about the beach and our time there together. I’m already checking the long range weather forecast for our next camping trip. The siren song of the sea is calling.