I Love The Great Outdoors. From Indoors.

The third leg of our MPV World Tour (Scotland/Essex/France/Essex/Scotland - 1,500 miles!) was spent camping. At probably (apologies Carlsberg) the best campsite in the world.
The evidence:

Our pitch



One of the four dining areas



Produce supplied locally



Glorious scents



Magic mushrooms



Guard dog supplied



Name of Blade



Cooking permitted. Sitting on water features not, though no one told the children. Hence dry ball.



OK, it's my cousin's. Best of all, I got my own bedroom in the house. All males under canvas.

She even has her own flying bombs.

Big brother's stable, but he's got a chest infection and can't be moved from ITU until he needs "a lot less support". Bed is awaiting him at Stoke Mandeville. He has developed a very good eye-roll to be employed when you say something stupid to him.