For the last 10 years my mum has her annual holiday in a campsite in Tudweiliog, Wales, called Tan Y Llan. My little brother got on with the then little boy who lived on the site and asked to go back there after his first year. Since then there is nowhere else my family would dream about going. It’s run by a lovely family that we’ve all got to know over the years, and my brother and that little boy are now the best of mates, so it was lovely being able to take J there last week for a little break.
I love camping and have been dying to take J, so when my dad announced he was going to go meet my mum for the weekend there I jumped at the chance to go with him. Mum and brother had already been there for a week so when we got there everything was already set up, which suits me as the set up/taking down of the tents is the part of camping I dislike the most.
When we got there J was a little confused to say the least. Why did we have something that resembled a living area in a field? He had a little explore and within minutes he decided he loved it, and that was him, my little camper right there. Not once did he struggle! He slept fabulously, when he woke in the morning he was happy to stay in the tent nice and quietly with me and nanny while the rest of the campsite slept, he loved it when my brother and his mate were at the tent, hanging round with the big boys (And for two 15-year-old lads they loved having J there too!), he loved being able to get up, throw his wellies on and go running around in his pjs. He really adapted to it well.
It was nice to have that little break. I can’t deny it was rather difficult being with my family for four days solid, but I’m sure they’ll say the same about me. We’re a very short-tempered family when we’re together!! It was fab for J to spend that time with his Nan and granddad though, as much as we all might bicker we’re a close family.
My fave part of camping is sitting around the log fire at night, with a rum and coke and making smores. We did it every night and I never got bored with it, I don’t think I ever could. Looking up at the stars, looking for the consolations, smelling the fresh air and listening to nothing but the cows, owls and odd zip from other people’s tent. I love it!!
I did worry about camping with a two-year-old and what problems it might present, but thankfully there were no major issues at all. He slept in a blow up toddler bed, played with his toys when he woke, played out as we made breakfast and then played for the rest of the day. He was an absolute star!
As I used to be a sailing instructor I have a real love of the water, so having the opportunity to go the beach and get him in there excited me. Unfortunately the first time he stepped foot in the water while there he was knocked over by a wave and then decided he didn’t like it at all. I spent the rest of the holiday trying to wean him back in the water, and thankfully succeeded! By the last day at the beach he was in with his grandparents waist deep, I was so proud of my baby!
It was a lovely little break for us, one I feel was needed. We’re both shattered since being back so it might take us a few days to get back into a routine, but it was worth it