We're safely home from an overnight camping trip. The journey wasn't too arduous as it was only from the back garden. I was inspired by Lynn (Help I Work With Children) and pitched the tent in the back garden yesterday. Lynn actually went somewhere though. Blue Eyed Boy is away for the weekend at Scripture Union camp, and Him Indoors lived up to his name and slept indoors. (To be fair he has two services to conduct this morning and anyway that meant there was room for me to have the Z-bed in my end of the tent!) But Firstborn, Penultimate and Youngest Children and I retired to the garden after Eurovision (Russia won. I was supporting (a) Terry Wogan and (b)Finland, not just because they, the Finns rather than El Tel, were good looking guys with their shirts off, but because their music was the nearest to my taste).
Holidays in the garden are definitely the way to go. No packing. No unpacking. The washing machine, cooker and dishwasher still to hand. A visit for a cuddle from the puppy in the morning. And much better for the carbon footprint thing. I think we'll do this again.