The Vale of Pickering and a night in a tent.
Last weekend we were offered the chance to go visit my parents in their new tent which they were trying out for a few nights. It was unplanned and owing to my workload, didn’t know if it would work out for us but on Thursday we decided the next morning we’d go for it. Ever think “agh what the heck – let’s?!’
So why blog about it… I mean we don’t do we… own up often to all the ‘non-cool/glamorous’ things we do and places we go? Well cool or not, the following pics I took over our 22 hours there. To me they are as much a part of our ‘lifestyle’ to be enjoyed as a night or two at a swanky hotel… being outdoors is grounding, centring and can be complete soul food… so here goes: (Incidentally, you can find details of the tent and campsite at the end of the blog).
The view for our stay… pretty stunning, even like this.
Little tradition my Momma has of making anywhere she goes more homely, hand-picked flowers.
Glimpse through the hedgerow… we could see for miles.
Ok so disposable BBQ’s… where you singe everything? My Mom used a baking rack on top thus lifting all the food a tiny bit higher but it made all the difference… nothing burned!
Picked only hours earlier from the allotment.
This capture made me smile… like peas in a pod, looking the same way and their stride matches.
As the light started to fade Mom and I walked to the edge of the field… I held back… result.
These moments are priceless… story telling on GMomma’s knee by lantern light.
Droplets of the nights rain remain on the tent in the morning.
Those first few moments when a child wakes… and you can see them taking in their surroundings and just ‘coming to’… that.
Breakfast as it was. Peanut butter, coffee and an oak leaf on dewy grass.
Green grass, luminous guy ropes, smell of cooking bacon… gotta love it!
Got to road test a new SLAM cross-body wash bag I’d been given. Waterproof, can hang it on the back of a door, opens enough so you can see and get to everything inside… 10/10.
Right after waking she was over to the playing area before and after breakfast… still in her PJ’s… utter simplicity.
Lickle creatures… I think?
Second cup of coffee and my cosy feet in socks I’m embarrassed I own given their totally non-cool colour… I don’t care – they were warm and were in fact, so hot in the night they came off.
The surrounding fields – altogether different on a sunny morning.
The tree-lined road leaving the site… so pretty!
On the way home Miss P suddenly exclaimed “Momma look at the sky!”
Our journey home took us through some very cute towns and villages.
Always pass these fields but rarely get the chance to photograph… was glad on this occasion we did.
What is my ‘so what’ of this post…? Get outdoors if you can, take life off the hook, do something different, explore, go get lost somewhere, live for a night in a place where the kettle doesn’t boil in 2 minutes but more like ten, somewhere with big sky… lots of sky, lose yourself in the vastness of creation and see what happens!
The new tent (which we are going to also be purchasing), was an Outwell Nevada M. You can view here.
The campsite was Vale of Pickering which you can visit here.