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09/08/2015

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The ordinary moments in a tent

09/08/2015

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As I write this it’s Saturday evening. We arrived at our second campsite this afternoon in a forest on the banks of the Seine having left behind the big wide open skies and glorious sunshine of the Normandy coast as we work our way slightly north and a little inland on our way to Paris.

so far, touch tent, the gamble is paying off and we’re having an amazing time.

And it’s funny how fast even the new and different can seem routine. Not in a boring way, just happily familiar. The day starts with a bright green kettle whistling on the camping stove for H’s cup of tea, then porridge for first breakfast before washing up, tidying up and getting ready for the day and going in search of second breakfast (croissants, coffee and the baguette for lunch).

I’m getting into the hang of camp cooking, and doing a little shopping each afternoon to cook for supper. Meatballs and pasta is a favourite and we created all sorts of new fillings for some ready made crepes.

When we set off on this trip I had a vision of spending each evening sat outside the tent with H, sipping cidre and chatting gently with H while the children slumbered peacefully behind us. Anyone who has ever taken small children camping I know, I can hear you laughing from here.

All three little ones snooze in the car, especially mid to late afternoon so they’re just not tired by their UK bedtime and H and I have no intention of getting het up and stressed trying to enforce it.

We’re going native instead and the children stay up until it gets dark or they get tired and fractious and it’s been lovely, mostly because all the other little French kids are doing the same.

So we’ve been to the campsite playpark after supper and chatted to our Dutch neighbour while Pip charmed a bevy of French tweens, we’ve been down to the beach to watch the sun set and we’ve sat in the tent reading about the adventures of Petit Ors Brun as the sun set behind the trees.

I’m hoping that in some small way the familiarity helps the children to feel safe and secure, especially Kitty who really struggles with change, and I love how much our tent already feels so much like home.

So far, so very very good.