Some of you may know I have a complicated relationship with camping. I might have ranted a little bit here when I got back from holiday last year, and I might have said we'd do something different next time.
But, hey! Time heals all wounds, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and various other cliches including, mostly, money doesn't grow on trees. So May half term we were loading up the Bongo, the same leaky tent from last year covered with a fresh new layer of waterproofing and a whole lot of optimism.
And you know what? It did (of course) pour down, but the tent didn't leak. Want to know why that isn't as good news as it sounds? Cos we got back after prolonged hours in cafes sheltering from rain to find the tent door wide open, rain water and food wrappers everywhere, and a floor of mud, popcorn, barbecue crisps and couscous. We were raided.
And this is where the title comes in. If I'd raided a tent and eaten 6 Tunnocks caramel wafers (with wrappers), a whole pack of those lovely Dutch caramel waffles, a bag of popcorn, family pack of crisps, created a little muddy puddle by the doorway and given anything else available a serious trampling, I'd be laying low for a while. I certainly wouldn't be bringing all my mates back for more with the owners in full view:
In case there was any element of doubt (I also haven't mentioned the incriminating "let's make a bit of space for more caramel goodies" donkey poos round the back of the tent), my husband woke the next morning to the sound of a tent zip opening and a donkey's nose in his face. Let's just say that they won't be back again after the volume of that yell!
Turns out I had packed way too many treats for a normal family to consume in 4 days anyway so maybe they were just doing it for the sake of our waistlines? Surprised the campsite don't capitalise on that in their marketing. Maybe they don't need to: thieves aside it's actually a wonderful site, right in the middle of the New Forest with plenty of space to find your own corner, and ponies, cows, and of course, donkeys wandering free. Find out more about Roundhill Campsite here.
Lucky really that I still like camping, as I've just released a new Lost Shapes design all about it. Inspired by that 'life is good' feeling you get as the sun sets across a campsite, it features all the classic camping options in simple cut-out silhouette. Available for men and kids in heather blue or maize yellow, and women in melange grey - all 100% organic cotton from fair wear certified manufacturers, of course.
Irregular musings and pretty pictures from the heart of LOST SHAPES.