I got lots of Twitter sympathy when I wrote about The Good Friday Tent Disaster, but I don’t want you to feel sorry for us. That isn’t the end of the story.
By the time we made it back home on Good Friday the kids and Trev were pretty determined to fix things and try again. I’ll be honest, I just wanted a mug of tea and a weekend at home with the heating on.
Trev got up at the crack of dawn on the Saturday and was in Cardiff waiting when the Camping shop opened. Somehow he managed to convince them to replace the tent. Meanwhile I talked the girls into showering and getting dressed (not their favourite activities) and we were ready to go again by the time our hero returned.
I was pleasantly surprised to find it was no longer the bleak midwinter outside. In fact it was exactly how you imagine the Easter holidays! All sunshine and daffodils.
By the time we got back to our campsite in Rhosilli it was glorious. You’d be forgiven for assuming we were on an entirely different continent from the day before. The kids put a picnic blanket down and entertained Iris while we set to work on the tent.
Iris loved the tent!
Still tired from the day before we didn’t do much. We sat around enjoying the sunshine. We ate chips and ketchup on the tent floor. Then we walked the dog. Somehow we found ourselves surrounded by friendly cows and then on a cliff edge in the dark. Standard Mouse Family adventure.
Then we zipped up and snuggled down for a freezing cold night.