Camp GP

Home for a few precious, stormy, sunny, ridiculously beautiful, communal days.
And this was home in the daytimes, when the rain poured down (and down).
We cooked communal meals on Joxy's tripod over the fire pit, or huddled inside on several little gas stoves, and everything was shared and delicious. I must have buttered three entire loaves for "starving" children, running around in the cold giving them even more appetite than usual.
Apart from regular feeding, the children really didn't want our input. They had friends, and freedom, and wild open spaces, and the shelter when it was too hot or too cold for them.
Milk-blissed baby slept wonderfully, snuggled in the crook of my elbow, with her little sock-hat on her head to keep her warm.



In the bitterly cold downpour of Sunday, we huddled in the car for a while, until I could feel my feet again. There was talk of going home in the morning, though none of us wanted to. And still the rain went on. My husband went to the nearest shop to try to get some wellies for me.
Life was better with warm feet.
Wroxeter Roman playground ;) kept our spirits up. Though I lost my children and ended up crying and shouting by turns when I found them in the gift shop opening sweeties. I had been waiting outside the toilets for them to come out!





What's the time Mr Wolf?

Jacqui's birthday and SUN!

When she wasn't sleeping, Tali crawled around the group scavenging food.  Baby face down in a plate of noodles, om nom nom.  What can you do with a baby like that?

We all hate saying goodbye. It's far too final a word to say to such dear dear friends and soul sisters. It has even taken me longer to post, because I knew I'd just sit here wanting to come back.
(Sleepy Morgan is chirpy and sweet. Sleepy Rowan is pouty and cross!)
Civilisation has its perks. Warm dry beds, and baths, for example. But in my mind there is nothing half so civilised and civilising than sitting around eating a leisurely shared meal with friends. In a field, with the horse flies biting and the storm kettle refusing to light, and all.