Gambled on a week camping 6 hours from home with youngest dc in a popular UK holiday destination.
Usually I love camping but tend to do long weekends in quiet sites and this is a proper Holiday park as felt like maybe I had been depriving dc from this type of vibe and can’t afford an abroad holiday. It’s not been cheap, pitches are stacked together, noisy and am situated right next to an A road feel like I’m sleeping on a lay-by. Feel very vulnerable as well which strangley I don’t do on a quieter out of the way site.
Weathers not been good, dc don’t want to go to the beach again after a disastrous attempt at bodyboarding tuition in rough seas and we have done all the activities on offer here. dc would not thank me for local museums.
I am usually the most positive person in most things I do but am lying here listening to sirens and motorbikes whizzing past. I haven’t slept properly since Sunday - meant to be here till Monday and it’s only going to get busier and louder and I just want 4 solid walls and my bed.