I'm a proper, second generation camper. Squeezing into an orange and brown frame tent with 5 other family members while it pours outside, or walking across a wind swept Welsh field with a toilet roll stuffed up your jumper are as much a part of what made me as my formal education. Some of the Lost Shapes designs even reflect this: Wander Wonder for the more lyrical, wholesome attitude to the outside world; Rain Likely and Another Nice Day for the weather obsession that camping causes, Mosquito inspired by French camping trips. I don't think I've ever gone a whole summer without spending at least some of it in a tent.
Before I left for holiday, I thought I'd do a cool camping-style, perfect outdoorsy family review of the campsites we visited. Pictures of us looking tanned, wholesome and gorgeous by roaring campfires, blue seas and white-washed walls...
It just seemed a bit dishonest not to get some of this out first, for balance. There's just nothing perfect about either camping or my family.
And then the sun comes out and everything is okay.
Wales is probably more gorgeous than anywhere you could go abroad, and I can't believe I ever dissed it. Camping is the only way to really enjoy life. Sea, sand, hills, fires - these are the things that keep you grounded, connect you with reality. Reading by gas light, sleeping to the sound of rain, waking to sunshine, being outdoors the moment you get up, free range children - these are the feelings that no hotel can compete with. This is why we keep coming back for more.
Irregular musings and pretty pictures from the heart of LOST SHAPES.