Right. I am sure you are all desperate to hear how it went.
The only gadget we brought with us was an solar powered mobile phone charger, and a coolbox which I had filled with cold foods and ice packs, one bone fire pot, Matches, a small spade and yes, that was it. Clothes, bread, an inflatable dinghy for the kids, plenty of buckets for picking wild blueberries, thermarests, a few wool blankets and our sleeping bags, oh, fishing rods, life vests and a knife. That was it.
We had 12 degrees centigrade in the day, it was colder at night. But we survived, and the kids had such fun.
I would get up in the morning, light the bonfire, fetch water in the river for coffee, make sandwiches for breakfast, and the kids would spill out one by one to sit on the picnic blanket for their breakfasts, and then dh. While I enjoyed a peaceful coffee, he would kit them out to go on the dinghy. They were totally entertaining themselves by the sea, throwing stones, picking shells, fishing for crab. We were fishing for cod and mackerell and coalfish from a nearby pier. (Have a pretty tall fishing story, too!) They were climbing trees, picking wild berries, searching for wood for the fire, and generally enjoyed themselves immensly. All meals were cooked on the bonfire.
I must say. My dh has seen me in a totally different light. After 15 years in London, he was reluctant to go wild camping. I refused a campsite. I think he thought I couldnt cope. Well I can. So there.
After the kids had gone to bed, I took my niece (13) who came with us to the pier for a spot of peaceful 10 pm fishing. The sea was clear and calm like oil. The sea gulls were circling not so far away. The mountains were half hidden in nighttime fog.
We threw the line out, it went 8 or so meters out, started realing in. And, I could feal I had something really strong fighting me. The fishing rod was like in a U bend. My niece shouted "I can see it, I can see it, it looks like it is a meter long!". Then Snap. Off it went, hook hard lure and all. And I was left with nothing but nylon..... Of course, we stayed a few hours, vowed we would get our lure back! But no.
oooh that's a good fishy tale. You might need to embellish it with some sort of fin, or giant tenticle or cavernous mouth filled with hideous teeth that appeared momentarily before your lure was taken.
wow. sounds fab. My dad and brother are off backpacking around scandanavia on tuesday and they'd rather avoid campsites. Can you recommend anywhere? they have no itinerary yet, just a map and a lot of enthusiasm so will be open to suggestions!
They have to be extremely cautious in Sweden. There are "road pirates". They pretend to have broken down, you stop to help, and get robbed. Also, wild camping not good in south sweden, due to robberies. Tents have been knifed.
Not a problem to fit 5. The sleeping compartment was really roomy. Fitted a 13, 6 and 3 year old, and two grown ups just fine.
And yes, coffee from river water. Good old ground coffee. Not for cafetiers or coffee makers, but the kind you poor into boiled water, and leave on the side for a bit while you wait for the grut to sink down. Yummy!