The tents were such a great place to stay, they were a child's dream. Our two slept in the cupboard bed, snuggled under Jack's new eiderdown. Every morning Ian got up first and lit the stove to warm the tent and make sure I had my cup of Yorkshire tea (knowing what a dragon I am before that first cuppa!). We ate by candlelight and oil lamp every evening with nothing but the sound of the crackling fire and owls hooting.
We were the only ones staying over the weekend, probably because it was October and nobody else was so foolhardy, but we had the best weather. The sun shone every day, we went to the beach, visited St Michael's Mount, ate crab sandwiches looking out over the ocean at the Lizard peninsula and played chess, scrabble and trivial pursuit every day.
The children whiled away the hours throwing pebbles into the sea (it always amazes me how long that occupies them!), they read, ran about in the fields and never once complained of boredom. We didn't want to come home!
It made me realise how much excess we have in our daily lives, and how little we actually need to get by, although I would draw the line at getting rid of the washing machine! It was a great "get away from it all" holiday and I would highly recommend it to anyone.............