Well we went, and now we’re back.
Neither of us are campers, never been on a campsite, never driven a Motorhome.
We love 4 or 5* hotels, cruises, lovely lodges and occasionally quaint cottages.
So how did we get on?
I thought I’d love it, I so very much wanted to love it, but I’m not sure that I did love it.
Within 2 hours of being there I said “Well, I’m sure we’ll recoup our money if we sell it”.
Not to be defeatist, we carried on.
The campsite was immaculate, toilets and showers kept very clean, which was good because I hated using our loo and bathroom.
It’s too too tiny.
Husband however, used the shower and had no complaints.
Bed very comfy, I helped by buying gorgeous sheets, quilts and covers.
Kitchen very small but I was ok with this, It reminded me of my British Airways days of having a tiny galley and producing food for 300 people.
Lounge area very comfortable, more space than I thought, and loads of storage.
We did have loads of fun with our Cadac BBQ, sitting outside cooking and chatting to other campers.
Initially, and probably logically, I couldn’t work out why we’d left a house with decent size rooms and a lovely garden to live in a cramped space for 3 nights.
But then suddenly I absolutely and completely “got it,”
We were totally able to switch off from everything at home that stresses us, no worries about work or horrible inconsiderate neighbours, just totally living in the moment.
The simplicity of it was lovely.