Today is a getting ready day. We pack up and leave the house at about 12.30. A camping trip in my mind was always about a speedy house exit. Throw things in the van and live simply for a couple of days. Why is it never like that? It seems to take forever. Duvets, clothes, food, cameras...
As I packed the ‘van I had that funny feeling in my stomach. The one telling me not to leave. Not to go away for that one night. Leaving the family is one of the hardest things I do. Most of the time it is because I have to go to London, and the start is an early one, so it makes more...