Our Easter camping trip ended with a bang, literally.
On the fourth night a ferocious thunderstorm hit, collapsing our kitchen shelter and sending a small river through the campsite and into our tents. Well, into our sleeping bags and clothes, primarily.
A wet pack up and days of rain since (rain! hooray really!) have meant it's been nigh impossible to wash and dry the enormous pile of sodden, muddy clothing we brought home, let alone launder the slowly mildewing bedding and rinse off the tents.
Combine that with a few recent weekends away, little time (or inclination) to clean the house and school holidays and you have a house overwhelmed with filth and clutter and a somewhat harassed me.
Before the rain, we did manage to have a marvellous time. We shared a site with friends and then discovered four other families from Son #3's school on the neighboring site so the children all joined forces and ran as a 15-strong pack, ranging in ages from 18 months to 16 years.
There were lots of wonderful walks to be had,
scenery to admire,
wildflowers and grasses,
a lake to explore,
and even some sunny skies.
More pictures at flickr, and also here (last year's trip; same families, same location, different walks, less rain).
And now if you need me, I'll be checking the Target catalogue, wondering whether it's worth washing and drying five pillows.