At the weekend, I went glamping. Or rather, hashtag glamping as I feel it should be said. Nestled deep in the depths of the Sussex countryside (we didn’t even find out the location until we booked) we went to EcoCampUK (http://www.ecocampuk.co.uk/), a completely off grid camspide where all we had to bring was food and bedding. As a keen camper (every year since I was 9) this was an absolute walk in the park for me but for boyfriend, who hasn’t camped since Beavers, we decided on a glamping holiday to ease him into the outdoor lifestyle.
It was absolutely beautiful. On the first night, giddy on love, laughter and too much wine we put our fire out and scuttled into the tent to play scrabble. It was only hazily around 5am where I heard the pounding of rain on our bell tent I realised we had left ALL our firewood outside in the pouring rain. The ultimate facepalm moment. Undeterred, we just about managed to make a fire using the wood from the bottom of the bag and my ‘Ideal Home’ magazine (sob, hick, sob), but shortly after, packed it in and went to the pub.
We went for long country walks, read that book I’ve been meaning to for so long, had a digital detox, drank wine, mastered the game Triominos (it’s amazing!) and spent pure, quality time together as a couple where our only company was the distant mooing of cows (oh, and woodmice come sundown). On our last night we had a lazy stroll around the adjacent farmyard field, looking up at the stars. It always strikes me how incredibly bright, light, powerful and beautiful they are away from the hustle and bustle of the city suburbs. My weekend was peaceful, contemplative and I’m home feeling utterly refreshed.
Fall in love with life, I dare you.