Camping in gold sandals
Yesterday was beautiful weather; it was the most perfect summer day you could hope for, with temperatures of around 26 degrees and white fluffy clouds.
Little Miss Green has been begging to go camping since about March and I promised her as soon as we had a nice summer evening she could camp in the garden.
We considered going to a campsite, but I had spent our holiday allowance already on 4 nights in Devon. Plus we live in a beautiful part of the world and our garden overlooks a field with a stream and grass. Why pay for the privilege when we can get it for free? (plus I know the toilet and shower will be clean!)
Little Miss Green’s excitement was not the sort that could be contained. Like the true homemaker that she is, she kitted out her tent room with a padded lounger, silk duvet, sleeping bag and an assortment of torches, books, changes of clothes fit for a princess and trucklements for a midnight feast.
Pussus Green was dragged in for the adventure too; although she didn’t seem to mind as she is banned from sleeping on beds inside the house. I’m sure a night spent on a sleeping bag with a warm body to snuggle up to was most acceptable to a fifteen year old cat.
I went in at bedtime to finish the evening with a story. Not quite told around the campfire; it was too hot for that, but a true camping story all the same. One about her favourite teddy and the cat getting up to all sorts of mischief. She loved it and giggled her way through all sorts of camping mishaps.
I tucked her in and checked a few times whether she wanted to actually stay out there all night. She had challenged herself to sleep in there alone. She was unsure, but put her best brave face on after checking that I wouldn’t be locking the back door.
As I left her for her own adventure I realised she was wearing her best high-heeled gold sandals for camping. Sometimes a girl just needs to put all practicalities aside and indulge her inner princess I guess……..
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