We’ve done quite a bit of camping this summer, starting off with a fantastic birthday camp for Ted at Bodiam and ending with a wonderful couple of days last weekend at a glorious campsite just outside Oxford.
Barefoot campsite is in a tiny little village called Appleton right on the riverside. It’s also the home to Northmoor Lock and there was great excitement when the kids found out exactly what a lock was, and were even asked to help some boaters with the lock gates. We had a fantastic time exploring the campsite and
eating picking blackberries well into campfire time.
Ted got completely into fire lighting and fire tending and was mostly to be found either by the fire, or with his new pal who taught him to fly a giant kite. Was slightly alarming at one point as it was pretty breezy and Ted’s feet started to whizz across the ground! I was so impressed with his fire making skills as I always use about a billion matches when lighting a fire. Ted, just like my granny, did it with just one!
We decided to leave our own bell tent at home for this trip as the forecast was for torrential rain and we didn’t want to have a repeat of the last time we camped and had to pack up in the wettest, wet field I have ever encountered. Instead we hired a beautiful bell tent which stood on its own raised platform (a godsend against chilly evenings and cold floors), with a wonderfully comfy double bed, and all the camping kit you could possibly ever wish for. I think it was better equipped than our kitchen at home!
As we had envisaged the evenings were really nippy and we all slept in thermals, pjs, jumpers and with duvets and rugs on top. The kids even had hot water bottles, so we were all pretty toasty in the end.
We spent Saturday reminiscing in Oxford. Typically I had caught some grim bug off one of my peskily, germy kids (Bert!) and spent most of the day shivering and hoping I wasn’t going to be sick! Everyone else had fun in the Oxford University Natural History Museum spotting dinosaurs, dodos, badgers and bee hives. It’s such an amazing museum and C and I felt all nostalgic as it was where we both had lectures (actually I felt relieved that I would never, ever have to sit through a logic lecture ever again!).
After that we wandered around Jericho, had ice cream at G&Ds (apart from poor sicky me!) and then had a paddle in the river at Port Meadow. We didn’t do half the things we meant to do (like seeing our pals in case we gave them the lurgy) so just means we’ll have to plan another trip very soon. Hurrah!
We got back to camp in time for fish and chips at the local pub and a magically lit evening walk back. Despite feeling pants and having a ridiculous amount of washing when we got back this was our favourite camp of the summer. We’re going back next year and this time we’ll be taking our swimming cossies for a few wild river dips!