I’m a seasoned camper and I love nothing more than getting away from it all and enjoying the smell of the grass, the dew in the fields in the morning and the space that comes with camping. Or at least I love the idea of it, as I haven’t yet found anywhere as good as my own doorstep. As for the grass, dew and space, well we’re usually pitched next to the noisiest group on the campsite, the dew is pouring rain, and the grass… Well I suffer chronic hay fever so if you see a very glam Bell Tent this summer shaking with sneezes, pop by and say hello!
For a few years now I’ve gone away with friends on little camping expeditions, husbands at home, girls together with good food and wine and the children all excited to toast marshmallows on the fire (I don’t have children but for this purpose I borrow niece and nephew who come along enthusiastically in the promise of the marshmallows and campfires). the kids have never actually gotten to the marshmallows as the mothers and aunts are so keen to get the wine flowing that they are usually tucked up in sleeping bags and sound asleep before we realise that we forgot the marshmallows and guzzle them while they sleep.
Last year was different. We were all a bit busy and disorganised and that camping trip never came to be. A last minute plan came together that some of us would camp for the night on our farm, beside the pond, in a secluded field. We launched ourselves there, 4 adults and 5 kids and a dog, by transport consisting of 2 quadbikes and a trailer, and enough camping gear and marshmallows to keep an army of campers happy for a whole summer.
We had the best time we had had from anywhere we had ever stayed. A bottle of Glenmorangie sealed this. The kids loved the open fields, the two girls loved going to the field toilet (honestly, they kept asking each other if they were ready to go again, strange) the men loved the fire and the beef stew we had cooking in the pot, the dog, well he enjoyed the lovely stew that he thought we had cooked just for him while we were distracted by said Glenmorangie, and the women felt smug that we had created this happy day. That night, after my mother had delivered fruit crumble and white sauce to the needy campers, in the dark fields by the campfire and moonlight a idea was born of glamping holidays that were affordable, rustic and fun. We also realised that next morning that bins would be a good idea, our rustic heaven looked like a hurricane had ripped through.
So that’s where our idea of having a small, no frills campsite on the farm came from and we look forward each year to planning how we can make it just a little bit better each time.