17th July 2009
Well, we’ve admitted defeat! We’ve packed up the tent a couple of days early and are heading home. There is only so many days that you can take of sitting in a cold, wet tent, listening to the gale force wind batter it. The kids are starting to wind each other up, and who can blame them, when six of us are in such a confined space waiting for the next heavy downpour to pass. We tried to have a BBQ last night, which actually ended up with us sitting huddled in the tent, with the BBQ outside under an umbrella!! For goodness sake, there is something seriously wrong with this picture; I should be sat outside with a cool glass of sparkling wine, while the BBQ gently sizzles away!
We did manage to get out to a local place and paint some pottery yesterday, which is an activity that you can enjoy even if it is raining. Although it’s not the ideal place to take two lively two year olds, there were lots of beautiful bits of pottery everywhere, just waiting to be knocked off (bull in a china shop springs to mind). At one point Hannah held up a little pottery bunny and shouted “Look Mummy!” My heart missed a beat, as I tried to make my way over to her (carefully now, no sudden movements – all breakages must be paid for!) gently saying “Lovely darling, now put it back on the sh…wait a minute, the shelf is really full, I’ll do it, don’t move….., no, don’t swing wildly round that way……”
So Rob and I feel suitably awful about cutting the girls’ holiday short. Abbie made a new little friend, typical that she’s not spoken to another soul on the campsite until the moment we make the decision that we’re leaving! We’ve had a good time when we’ve been out and about, but the sitting relaxing at the tent part has been really missing. And the storms that batter the tent are keeping us awake at night, we’re cold and damp, it’s really not worth sticking it out just for the sake of it, but that doesn’t stop us feeling bad when Abbie and Millie are crying and saying that they don’t want to go home. However, Hannah and Georgia aren’t remotely bothered, in fact I think Hannah has been saying “Goning home now?” since the day we arrived!! (Goning is how Hannah says going)
Having packed up the tent and loaded the car, trailer and roof box we stopped at the services for some tea. The tables only seated four, so I put the kids on one table and Rob and I sat on the next table. A woman came up to us when we were outside the loos (during the usual trip to the toilet ritual that is a whole event in itself when it involves four young children) and said how well behaved she thought the girls had been eating their meal, and how impressed she was that we were even able to sit at another table to them. I was so proud of them! Having, only a few hours earlier, been reprimanding them for being nasty to each other, messing with things and generally lolling aimlessly round the tent, now I was filled with pride for the four sensible, well behaved children that had been noticed in the restaurant! That’s my girls!
Well, we’ve admitted defeat! We’ve packed up the tent a couple of days early and are heading home. There is only so many days that you can take of sitting in a cold, wet tent, listening to the gale force wind batter it. The kids are starting to wind each other up, and who can blame them, when six of us are in such a confined space waiting for the next heavy downpour to pass. We tried to have a BBQ last night, which actually ended up with us sitting huddled in the tent, with the BBQ outside under an umbrella!! For goodness sake, there is something seriously wrong with this picture; I should be sat outside with a cool glass of sparkling wine, while the BBQ gently sizzles away!
We did manage to get out to a local place and paint some pottery yesterday, which is an activity that you can enjoy even if it is raining. Although it’s not the ideal place to take two lively two year olds, there were lots of beautiful bits of pottery everywhere, just waiting to be knocked off (bull in a china shop springs to mind). At one point Hannah held up a little pottery bunny and shouted “Look Mummy!” My heart missed a beat, as I tried to make my way over to her (carefully now, no sudden movements – all breakages must be paid for!) gently saying “Lovely darling, now put it back on the sh…wait a minute, the shelf is really full, I’ll do it, don’t move….., no, don’t swing wildly round that way……”
So Rob and I feel suitably awful about cutting the girls’ holiday short. Abbie made a new little friend, typical that she’s not spoken to another soul on the campsite until the moment we make the decision that we’re leaving! We’ve had a good time when we’ve been out and about, but the sitting relaxing at the tent part has been really missing. And the storms that batter the tent are keeping us awake at night, we’re cold and damp, it’s really not worth sticking it out just for the sake of it, but that doesn’t stop us feeling bad when Abbie and Millie are crying and saying that they don’t want to go home. However, Hannah and Georgia aren’t remotely bothered, in fact I think Hannah has been saying “Goning home now?” since the day we arrived!! (Goning is how Hannah says going)
Having packed up the tent and loaded the car, trailer and roof box we stopped at the services for some tea. The tables only seated four, so I put the kids on one table and Rob and I sat on the next table. A woman came up to us when we were outside the loos (during the usual trip to the toilet ritual that is a whole event in itself when it involves four young children) and said how well behaved she thought the girls had been eating their meal, and how impressed she was that we were even able to sit at another table to them. I was so proud of them! Having, only a few hours earlier, been reprimanding them for being nasty to each other, messing with things and generally lolling aimlessly round the tent, now I was filled with pride for the four sensible, well behaved children that had been noticed in the restaurant! That’s my girls!
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