22 July 2009
The eldest has gone to camp again. This time only for a few days, but it's the middle of winter and they are sleeping under the stars; no tents, no toilets, just groundsheets and sleeping bags and a trowel (tmi?), and a cave for one of the nights. He's been off school sick this week, but was desperate to go on the camp despite our doubts as to whether he is up for it. His pack weighed a ton and I shudder to think how he's going to carry it for three days. Plus he didn't take enough food in my opinion but I'm only the mother so what do I know.
I know he's growing up and away, seeing the world with his own eyes.
Meanwhile, I will keep the fire burning, do another load of washing and make a big lamb casserole in the slow cooker for the man of the house who is another year older today.
Guess what I bought him for his birthday?
Edited to add: my necklace is from the very talented Lauren Williams.