Until just before we left for camping, this quilt top was taking up all the room on my design wall (and you can see the very top row was hanging on mostly by luck!) It's a new quilt for Coley, and I'm happy to say I have the top all together (and lined up!) now, and just need to put a back together to be able to baste and quilt it.the design space is now full of pink for Immy's new quilt (my daughter's mantra seems to be *no such thing as too much pink!*), and hopefully I'll remember to take a pic during decent light to show you in the next day or so...am I the only one who forgets to do things like that until midnight?
So, the Campbells have returned, windswept and sunkissed and with sand lingering in many a crevice, from a lovely week at the beach. This is the first time we'd ever done the camping/tenting thing since we'd been together - so for at least 19 years! And here, without further ado, are some things that became apparent whilst we were away:
~we all like it! Enough to try and figure out when to do it again, anyway.
~I like it enough to do it again, but am okay if that's not until towards the end of the year (ahem).
~You cannot fit a tent, a gazebo, everything else you need for 7 days' camping, 4 bikes, a kayak, and 4 humans into a station wagon. As a result, 3 of the humans caught the train to Newcastle whilst D drove the car there (with every spare inch of available space crammed) in order to pick up a last-minute-hire trailer so that we could fit all 4 humans in the car again, and finally head off to the campsite.
~Stuff like that seems to be a fairly common occurence for the Campbells...
~Putting up the tent in near (and then total) darkness is a lot easier with new, modern tents. And teenage boys from neighbouring sites who offer to help! (Did I mention we'd borrowed a tent and hadn't done a test run? hahaha)
~Cole and Immy absolutely adored being able to be free range (within the clear confines of the camp ground), and spent hours and hours on their bikes, making friends, playing volleyball and climbing trees.
~I sometimes had to make a concerted effort to be okay with them being a bit more free range than usual - sometimes it's hard to step back.
~Every Campbell is happiest when in water.
~My kids now are rather expert at boogie boarding, and are catching waves like naturals.
~Including waves that are bigger than them.
~I was usually the only one nervous about that.
~Given that they're both having to resist the urge to get up on their boards, I don't think surfing lessons are too far away.
~Cole has also been watching his daddy, and can now add bodysurfing to his repertoire as well.
~I really like sand-free sheets.
~That is just not possible on a beach camping trip.
~Being unplugged is lovely. And hard.
~3 of the 4 Campbells think fishing is an awesome way to spend a day. (The 4th Campbell took photos)
~2 of those 3 mentioned above were probably more interested in seeing if the fish took the bait (every 3.5 seconds) than the sitting and waiting part. As for the *being quiet* part....mwahahahaha
~46 degrees is too hot for camping.
~The beach is awesome even when (and sometimes especially because) it's raining.
~I took knitting and stitching and did neither.
~It's not classy, but sometimes a big sheet of black plastic is a lifesaver as an extra wall for long wet days.
~There's nothing quite like kissing the forehead of a sleeping child, sunkissed and sand-ridden, who has spent their day in the serious business of holiday fun.
This is our place for the next few days...we're away for a week of camping, complete with a rather harried very-amusing-in-hindsight-typical-Campbell start to the proceedings! I'm sitting here in the shade listening to the roar of the ocean (and nursing burnt backs-of-knees from yesterday's fun at the beach) whilst D and the kids test out their boogie boards once more. Tough life...
I hope you had a wonderful one...and for those of you West of us, I hope you're having/ planning to have a good one too!
We went down to the riverbank in town to watch the 9pm fireworks (such a great kid-friendly idea!) and by 11pm everyone else chez Campbell was fast asleep, and I rang in the new year watching Hercule Poirot and knitting. It was quite lovely. And quiet...call me a nana, but it seemed just right!
And so far the new year has had giggles and silliness galore, so it seems like everything is back to normal around here again!