While we’ve had camping on our bucket list for some time now, we somehow didn’t manage to plan it, so when a friend phoned us and asked if we wanted to go camping a few weeks ago, I said yes right away. While planning is great, there’s also something exciting about going on a spontaneous trip, don’t you think?
We almost didn’t go actually since T went down with a temperature the night before, in fact, I sent a text message to our friend to warn her that if T wasn’t feeling well, we’re going to have to cancel our trip. Luckily for us, T woke up feeling so much better. Not wanting to test fate, we quickly loaded our car and drove off taking Doc with us on our little camping trip. Boots stayed at home to watch over the house.
Little T relaxing while we packed as much as we can in our little car.
Luckily we found a lovely campsite just outside Dartmoor that had space and wasn’t crowded with campers. Granted it was just a site with basic facilities like toilets, hot shower and sinks for washing-up, which we actually liked. Besides, “going rough” is what camping is all about isn’t it?
As we left, little T asked if we were going to take the iPad. I said, what’s the point in going camping if we were going to take it? No, we were all going to unplug our devices for the duration of the trip and guess what? It was absolute bliss!
There was so much empty space in the campsite as you can see, Doc and little T had so much fun, although he wasn’t allowed to roam on his own.
To top it off, the weather cooperated and we managed to stay up late the first night and just watch the sky change colours. When it got too cold, we went inside our friend’s tent (which was bigger and had more space) and just sat there, sipping wine and just chatting. Little T was also with us and had her head on my lap, listening and occasionally piping in to join the conversation.
It was lovely to catch the sunrise and wait for the sky to do its magic…
The next day we got up when the tent got too warm and headed off to catch a ferry in Totnes that took us to Torquay which we enjoyed (will save that for another post). and spent the following day in Dartmoor, had a brief play at the beach on Paignton and ended the day in Brixham. On the third of our camping trip we headed back home to Cornwall. And just as we crossed the border, the sunny weather was gone and we were welcomed back home with rain. Whoopie-bloody-doo-dah.
It was a little unplanned holiday, but sometimes it’s the spontaneous ones that really count. I didn’t switch my phone back on (and neither did my husband) and checked my emails till we got back on Wednesday. As mentioned, it was heaven.
Do you like spontaneous trips or prefer planned holidays?