Glamping in Devon
The last weekend of the summer, just before the schools go back, perfect time to go camping. Or in our case Glamping. There were eight of us that were going to desend on Croyde on the Friday, mostly after work. However Nick and I had the day off so we could spend the morning trying to solve the slight problem of how to pack a tent, 4 sleeping bags, three air beds, 4 pillows, 4 surf boards, 1 body board, a cool bag full of food and drink, 7 wetsuits, several bags of clothes, a cricket set and the obligatory twister game into the boot of a audi A3. Well, as we discovered it only works if you put the drinks in with the spare tyre and the wet suits in the surf board bags on the roof rack. Stupidly we managed to get to this point before realising the tow hook (needed to secure the surf boards to the roof) was in with the spare tyre, now under all our stuff. So after packing the car for a second time we were ready to leave by the time James and Amy made it home from work.
We must remember in the future that our predicted 3 hour journey always takes over 4 hours because the roads are rubbish. However we made it to the cherry tree camp site in plenty of time to make the other campers laugh with our squeaky air bed foot pump before wandering to the pub for some dinner. Amy, Trevor, Ben and Beccs arrived during the evening and had the fun of setting up the tents in the dark.
Saturday morning we were up bright and early for a cooked breakfast made in the kitchenette section of Amy and Trevors very large tent. There was fresh tea brewing in the pot (hence the glamarous part of our camping) and a selection of condements to go with the sausage, bacon, egg and beans. We then headed to the beach for our first attempt at surfing in over a year. I think it was a successful attempt too. I managed to stand up on my first try and I think I was more surprised than most. At least it made me feel less of a fraud having spent the first hour in the sea teaching Beccs how to catch a wave and stand (yes stand) for her first experience of surfing. By the time we got back to the tents it had clouded over and the heavens fell in so we zipped ourselves in to chill out for a few hours.
Charlie arrived to make us a party of nine. In true group camping style we had a game of rounders on some incredibly slippy grass which made it all the more fun. There was less skill and more sliding involved plus a very graceful face landing courtesy of Amy M before the game finished in time for dinner at the other local pub.
Sunday we packed up the tents, ate another hearty breakfast then made our way to Woolacombe beach. In true extreeme sport style James managed to get dragged along the beech by a kite, ripping his best pair of jeans in the process much to everyones amusement. Unfortunately I missed the whole spectacle but it does mean a shopping trip is now in order. A little surfing, some cloud bathing and a sandy BBQ later it was time to make our way home.
We must remember in the future that our predicted 3 hour journey always takes over 4 hours because the roads are rubbish. However we made it to the cherry tree camp site in plenty of time to make the other campers laugh with our squeaky air bed foot pump before wandering to the pub for some dinner. Amy, Trevor, Ben and Beccs arrived during the evening and had the fun of setting up the tents in the dark.
Saturday morning we were up bright and early for a cooked breakfast made in the kitchenette section of Amy and Trevors very large tent. There was fresh tea brewing in the pot (hence the glamarous part of our camping) and a selection of condements to go with the sausage, bacon, egg and beans. We then headed to the beach for our first attempt at surfing in over a year. I think it was a successful attempt too. I managed to stand up on my first try and I think I was more surprised than most. At least it made me feel less of a fraud having spent the first hour in the sea teaching Beccs how to catch a wave and stand (yes stand) for her first experience of surfing. By the time we got back to the tents it had clouded over and the heavens fell in so we zipped ourselves in to chill out for a few hours.
Charlie arrived to make us a party of nine. In true group camping style we had a game of rounders on some incredibly slippy grass which made it all the more fun. There was less skill and more sliding involved plus a very graceful face landing courtesy of Amy M before the game finished in time for dinner at the other local pub.
Sunday we packed up the tents, ate another hearty breakfast then made our way to Woolacombe beach. In true extreeme sport style James managed to get dragged along the beech by a kite, ripping his best pair of jeans in the process much to everyones amusement. Unfortunately I missed the whole spectacle but it does mean a shopping trip is now in order. A little surfing, some cloud bathing and a sandy BBQ later it was time to make our way home.
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