Kicking back

Following a most splendid weekend spent camping in Shropshire, the inevitable "down" has well and truly arrived, and all of us find ourselves slightly under the weather. One other member of our party, (a 15 year old) was sent home from school early as his teacher thought he looked exhausted. I've battled on today, and only succumbed to the inevitable about four pm when I nodded on the sofa. I may be tired however but I feel great, the legacy of time well spent. Put simply, it was the best short break I have ever been on, a wonderful three days that will live long in the memory. It was such a pity when Monday arrived and the adventure came to an end.

The campsite was basic with just a communal toilet and shower block to use. Other than that it was wide open fields, woods to explore, and nature to enjoy. Philip and Ellie had the time of their lives, playing happily with the other children in our group, and reveling in the freedom that camping brings. Ellie in particular forged a particularly strong bond with two other girls, and the tears that flowed when we were about to leave were expected. During the four days and three nights that we spent there we made many memories. The highlights include a parents versus children rugby match which was keenly contested, a talent show by the campfire which was very entertaining, and a mass football match to end festivities in which I notched the winner. It was easy on the wallet, (£34) good for the soul, (the laughter was incessant) and a roaring success. If only life was always like this.