This weekend, we are heading to the Gower for our annual camping trip with some friends that the boys have known all their lives. I’m making list after list and assembling piles of gear in preparation. The tent is packed, and with it, the bunting (to my husband’s eternal chagrin). We never quite achieve the glamping vibe, but I do like to squeeze in a little prettiness amongst the mud, and this year have treated myself to a small, sweet enamel teapot to cheer my morning cuppas (I suspect, with a one year old in the tent, that they will be very EARLY morning cuppas!) The boys are counting down the sleeps and the weather forecast is gradually improving. We couldn’t be more excited to be returning to the sea urchin beach, and this year, we’re determined to bring one safely home.
This trip, for me, always marks the start of the summer and the freedom and adventures that it entails. With the baby now walking, and very much a part of the action, it’s all set to be a busy summer, but a magical one too. It’s inevitable, over the coming weeks with all three boys at home, that I will have less time available for blogging, but I shall be popping in to this space from time to time. ‘Live first, blog later’ is a blogging cliche that is particularly applicable in the summertime, I always think.
I hope that you all have truly wonderful summers, and I look forward to sharing snapshots of mine with you over the coming weeks. In the meantime, I’ll be over on Instagram, as usual: do come and say hello…
(I am showing my age and indie kid roots by having this song by Ash in my head whilst writing this post!)